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At length he had begun to have quite a knowledge of the art of ship-building, and had gained the friendship of Tom Robson, Anders Begmand, and the other shipwrights. The ship was to be the finest the town had yet produced, and when this fact came into his thoughts it almost enabled him to forget his burden of Greek and Latin.
And even that does not belong to us. Nothing does! It all belongs to them clothes, food, and drink, body and soul, house and home, every bit!" Begmand sat rocking himself to and fro, and drawing hard at his pipe. Woodlouse saw that there was a pause, and so began again. "Property is robbery " But Martin would not let him continue.
Marianne took a short cut through the ship-yard, where the carpenters were busy dividing the shavings and putting them into sacks. She found her grandfather, who had finished his work in the pitch-house, and they set off homewards together. Anders Begmand lived in the last of the little red-painted cottages which lay below the steep slope on the western side of the bay of Sandsgaard.
He was now occupied in cutting up some cake tobacco to fill his pipe. "Beautiful tobacco that, Mr. Robson," said Begmand. "Take a bit," answered Tom, good naturedly. "Thanks, Mr. Robson," said the old man, overjoyed, as he took out his pipe, the stem of which was not more than half an inch long, while the whole was as black as everything else which belonged to Anders.
"They work; and that is what you and no one else does here!" shouted Tom, bringing his fist down heavily on the table. He was beginning to feel the effects of the rum. "What's that about work? Do you mean to say ?" began the Swede. "Hold your jaw!" cried Tom. "Let the old un have his say!" "You are quite wrong, Martin," said Begmand, and this time without stammering.
Anders Begmand was not there: no amount of persuasion could prevent him from following the Consul's funeral. At Marianne's funeral there was no undertaker to regulate the pace of the procession, and the young sailors stepped out briskly with the coffin. They thus managed to arrive at the town just as the Consul's remains were being carried into the church.
Robson," said Begmand, as he put the mug to his lips. Tom Robson was not only the chairman, but at the same time the host of the company, for it was he who paid for the liquor. By his side on the bench he kept a bottle of rum, from which he every now and then poured out a glass for each. He generally put a good drop of rum into his own beer, "to kill the insects," he said.
"There they are, drinking again," said she. "I believe they are," answered Begmand. She went to the window, the small panes of which were covered with dew, but she knew one which had a crack in it, through which she could look. "There they are, all four of them," whispered Marianne. "You'll have to sit there, in front of the kitchen door, grandfather." "Yes, child; yes!" answered the old man.
And then Gabriel went on to explain how they got the ways in their places, loosened the cradle, and wedged up the fore part of the vessel; then the stays were hastily removed; it was Begmand who had taken away the last from the stern amidst the fire and smoke, and so away went the ship just in the nick of time.
"Dick, you must go up to the second floor in the same building. There's a large sail there; put it in the sea, and stretch it over the roof of the storehouse. You understand? The storehouse must be saved, or else " Uncle Richard was already out of the door with Anders Begmand. "Gabriel! you run up to the farm! Gabriel!" cried the Consul.
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