FAREWELL TO UPERNAVIK. 



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promising to deliver them to the American consul at 

 Copenhagen ; " click, click," went the windlass ; up 

 went our white wings, and the last Hnk which bound 

 us to the world — the world of love and warm skies 

 and green meadows — was fairly broken, when we 

 caught from the hill-top the last glimpse of a gay 

 ribbon and the last flutter of a white handkerchief. 



.^^"^ 



