LET GO THE ANCHOR. 
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In another half-hour we were stealing down in quiet 
water towards the entrance of the fiord. All this time 
not a rag of a pilot had appeared; and it was without 
any such functionary that the schooner swept up next 
morning between the wooded, grain-laden slopes of 
the beautiful loch, to Throndhjem—the capital of the 
ancient sea-kings of Norway. 
