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young people should go with him on the official vessel, 

 breaking the journey at a little island on the way up 

 a fjord in the Cattegat that was the original home of 

 the Pettersen family. On the morning of departure 

 the two professors went over to the laboratory for an 

 hour, which was so much prolonged that the start, 

 which should have been about eleven, was not made 

 till the afternoon, and it was nightfall before the mouth 

 of the fjord was reached. It was now impossible to 

 take the little gunboat through the labyrinth of small 

 islands, so an anchorage had to be found and a boat 

 launched. There was still a row of more than a mile, 

 and with the darkness, a rising wind and sheets of rain, 

 it was rather an adventurous voyage. At first the 

 sailors steered by the chart, but after one or two narrow 

 escapes of running on the rocks, Hans Pettersen took 

 the helm and, as he evidently knew the currents and 

 channels blindfold, he brought the boat safely in at last, 

 and it was a much relieved and happy party that scram- 

 bled up the steep and slippery rocks to the hospitable 

 door of Cauliflower. Cauliflower, needless to say, was 

 not the right name of the island, but a phonetic rendering 

 that Professor Pettersen always used for his English 

 friends. This was the last night that Eamsay spent on 

 Swedish soil, as the steamer left Gothenberg for England 

 next day. It was not, however, the last time he saw 

 the Pettersens, as they came to England in 1911 and 

 stayed with the Eamsays on the Thames before the 

 meeting of the British Association at Portsmouth. 



