CHAPTEK IX 



HVILESTED. THE UPPER WATER 



WE had all enjoyed our time together at Hvilested too 

 thoroughly to stay long away. In 1903 we became 

 a second time tenants of the well-loved house and 

 fishings, and in the first week in August started 

 from Hull in the old Salmo, a merry party. Most of 

 us were not quite so merry soon after we left the 

 shelter of the Humber. The North Sea was in its 

 worst humour, and the attendance at meals, where 

 the fiddles were at once in evidence, was very small 

 indeed. I soon sought my berth, and lay low until 

 we reached Stavanger. 



What Messrs. Wilson saved in provisions they 

 must have lost in crockery. Although not in a 

 merry mood, I could not help laughing at a 

 dialogue I heard just outside my cabin door 

 before I dropped off to sleep. A bang, a crash 

 that would have awakened the dead, and then the 

 words, " Oh, stewardess, I hope you have not hurt 

 yourself!" "Hurt myself!" replied the outraged 

 maiden; "of course I have." However we reached 

 Christiansund in good time, started at once by special 

 steamer down the fjord, and found our boatmen, Ole 

 Grodal and Peter Tangen, waiting for us with con- 

 veyances for ourselves and our luggage at about four 

 o'clock in the morning. 



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