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Ticket No. 9672""

Ticket No. 9672""

Author: Jules Verne
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Chapter 1 No.1

Word Count: 2343    |    Released on: 01/12/2017

es from her pipe, the last curling rings from which were

k, mother," r

ravelers will come to-night

rooms are in readiness, and if any one

brother

t y

he would be b

Tinn, and as he didn't start until very late, I do

end the night at

t into his head to go on to B

daughter

, whom I love like a sister!"

shut up the house,

t ill, are

right and early to-morrow

at

our stock of provisions f

ristiania has come down with his

d salmon, and I don't want to run any risk of being caught with an empty larder. Tourists are likely to begin their excursions to the Telemark almost any day now;

il!" repeated the you

ontinued Dame Hansen. "I can make all my purchases in

ostman, don't forget to ask hi

is quite likely, for it is a m

onth-a wh

. Besides, if the Moel postman has nothing for you, that which didn't c

the Newfoundland fishing banks. The whole broad Atlantic to cross, while the weather continues so ba

urns," sighed Dame Hansen, but so softly

precautions are unnecessary. It is customary for travelers to enter these country inns either by night or by day without calling any one to open the door; and even the lo

and airy, though plainly furnished rooms. Above them, directly under the sloping roof,

tain horizon, returned with delight to the narrow valley thr

to the floors above, and nothing could be more neat and attractive than the whole aspect o

e alone, and Dame Hansen had already lighted her candle, and was on he

Dame Hansen!"

paused on

come so late?"

met with an accident?"

tened towar

ydskarls, that make a living by clinging to the back of ka

t here at this h

u good-evening," replie

that

a boy oughtn't to forge

ght. But wh

brothe

red tread that is a characteristic of the inhabitants of Norway. There is quicks

d the mother some anxiety, ho

ng happened

iania postman gave

n?" repeated Dame Han

I do know is, that Joel can't get home before to-

importa

uld ju

me Hansen, in a tone th

wrinkled in the least. But

emed to breath

is it for?

our da

am sure it is-a letter that came by way of Christia

and now taking it to the table upon which her mothe

m him! Heaven grant that he writes to ann

" said Dame Hansen,

ck home to-night, for I am to go

t I expect to go to Moel to-morrow,

rrow e

st not leave Moel until he sees m

ll, Dame

ake a drop o

plea

of the beverage which is such a powerful protection against the e

ten!" h

ften,

the lad instantly departed, without seeming to mind in the least the long walk that he had before h

ve had not reached Dal until the 15th of April. Why! a month had already elapsed since the letter was written! How many things might have happened in a month on the shores of Newfoundland! Was it not still winter, the dangerous season of equinoxes? Are not these fishing banks

lly and truly as Hulda loved him, that they were united in thought, in spite of th

n end. Perhaps Ole would tell her that the "Viking" had finished taking aboard her cargo, that she was about to sail, and that the last days of April would not pass without a blissful meeting in the pleasant home at Vesfjorddal.

would be sure to bring to Hulda's eyes, and doubtless more than one impatient girl of the south, or even of Denmark or Holland, would already have known

hat your brother has sent you, my

ognize the

g to wait until to-

after slowly breaking the seal, she drew out the

-Miquelon, Ma

concluded in a few days. Yes; we are nearing the end of the season, and after a year's absence how glad I s

Messrs. Help Bros., the owners of the ship, have been informed that the 'Viking' will probably return by the 15

and in the best of health, you and your mother as well, also that hardy, brave c

ow, sitting in her wooden arm-chair by the old stove in the big hall-and tell

arrive at an earlier date than I have mentioned. However that may be, my dear Hulda can count upon seeing me at

fish have been plenty. The 'Viking' brings back nearly five thousand quintals, deliverable at Bergen, and already sold by the efforts of Help Bros. And la

ness! In what way? That is my secret, my dearest Hulda, and you will forgive me for having a secret from you! It is the only one! Besides, I will tell you all about it. When? Well, as soon as an opportuni

cy, I imprint another kiss upon your brow, around which the shining crown of the brides o

devote

E K

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