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have I provided myself with a dwelling and an 

 estate — partly for sake of the sport, and partly 

 to have another string to my bow — some refuge 

 even in republican Norway from the possible legis- 

 lation of constitutional England, where inability to 

 pay the heavy bill for " unearned increment," which 

 has in my case been running for some 900 years, 

 may cause my family estates to be handed over to 

 somebody else. It is too late to-night — we will 

 fish to-morrow — we are tired. The wooden walls 

 and floors of the house still heave and sway with 

 recollections of the German Ocean. We will sleep 

 the sleep of Tories and the just. 



" Klokken Fern i morgen, Ole ! " " Five o'clock 

 to-morrow morning, Ole ! " was my last instruction 

 to my faithful boatman and gaffer yesterday evening, 

 and, sure enough, as I jump up instinctively a 

 quarter of an hour before the appointed time, I see 

 him outside my window busying himself with my 



