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PAUL ZAC H ARIAS. 
evidently seeking eider-down among the islands. The 
man had once been an inmate of his family. “ Paul 
Zacharias, don’t you know me ? I’m Carl Petersen !” 
“ No,” said the man; “his wife says lie’s dead;” and. 
with a stolid expression of wonder, he stared for a 
THE FIRST KAYAK. 
moment at the long beard that loomed at him through 
the fog, and paddled away with all the energy of 
fright. 
Two days after this, a mist had settled down upon 
the islands which embayed us, and when it lifted we 
found ourselves rowing, in lazy time, under the shadow 
