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He was also busily occupied in correcting the proofs of his magnificent work on the "Flora of the Arctic Regions." As for Dr. Schwaryencrona, he has not quite finished his "Treatise on Iconography," which will transmit his name to posterity. The latest legal business of Mr. Bredejord has been to establish Erik's claim as sole proprietor of the Vandalia mine.
"Well!" said Erik, "having settled that point, what line of conduct now remains for us to adopt?" "There is one right course which it is our duty to take," answered Mr. Bredejord, "it is to renounce an enterprise which we see clearly is impracticable and return to Stockholm. You understand this fact, my child, and I congratulate you upon being able to look the situation calmly in the face!"
"You do not know what this correspondence contains?" "No," replied Doctor Schwaryencrona, with perfect calmness. "Well, listen to this," continued Mr. Bredejord, approaching the window. "It is the journal of one of your brethren, the aid of the naturalist of the 'Vega." "'30th and 31st of July, we entered the strait of Jugor, and cast anchor before a Samoyede village called Chabarova.
They waved their handkerchiefs and threw their caps into the air, seeking by all means to attract the attention of their friends. At length the "Alaska" stopped, a boat was lowered, and in twenty minutes it reached their island. Who can describe the unbounded joy of Dr. Schwaryencrona, Mr. Bredejord, Mr.
As usual it led to a discussion, since the doctor tried to draw from this discovery a confirmation of his favorite theory. "If ever there was an Irish name," he cried, "Patrick O'Donoghan is one. Did I not always say that I was sure that Erik was of Irish birth?" "Does this discovery prove it?" asked Mr. Bredejord laughing. "An Irish cabin-boy does not prove much.
I do not hesitate to confess that if I were called upon to give an opinion as to Erik's nationality, I should say that he was Irish. But to decide the bet in question we require something more than probabilities; we must have facts to guide us. The chances so far greatly favor the opinion of Dr. Schwaryencrona, but Bredejord can allege that nothing has actually been proved.
Bredejord and the doctor waved a last farewell to Vanda from the deck. Mr. Malarius, already frightfully seasick, had retired to his bed. They were all so occupied with saying farewell that not one of them had noticed the arrival of Tudor Brown.
And what are you going to do at Stockholm, my boy, if I am not too curious?" "The doctor has been kind enough to offer to send me to school," said Erik. "Ah, ah!" said Mr. Bredejord, tapping his snuff-box with the ends of his fingers.
"Did you never suspect that he had had some hand in these successive catastrophies?" asked Mr. Bredejord. "I have certainly suspected him; it was only too natural. Such an accumulation of misfortunes, and all tending to his private enrichment, seemed to point him out as the author only too clearly. But how could I prove my suspicions, particularly in a court of justice?
What objections could the doctor, Mr. Bredejord, and Mr. Malarius raise? They saw the difficulties which beset the new plan. But it was possible that these difficulties might not prove insurmountable, whilst, if they pursued any other course, they must abandon all hopes of success.
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