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"How could we know anything about it, since I found him on the sea?" replied Hersebom. "Yes, but the cradle was attached to a buoy, you said, and it is customary on all vessels to write on the buoy the name of the ship to which it belongs," answered the doctor, fixing his penetrating eyes upon those of the fisherman. "Doubtless," said the latter, hanging his head.
She was proud of him, above all for the tears of joy which she saw in his eyes. For he also was deeply affected. "Mother, is it really you," he exclaimed. "I can hardly believe that I am with you all again. The two years have seemed so long to me. I have missed you all, as I know you have missed me." "Yes," said Mr. Hersebom, gravely. "Not a day has passed without our having spoken of you.
They were not greatly disturbed by this, but increased their speed, being anxious to discover whether this shock had had done the "Alaska" any mischief. The depot was soon reached, then the little haven that sheltered the vessel. Erik and Mr. Hersebom rubbed their eyes, and asked each other whether they were dreaming, for the "Alaska" was no longer there.
Therefore, you see, I took care not to speak until the children had been sent to bed. You say that he was about seven or eight months old when you found him?" "About that; he had already four teeth, the little brigand, and I assure you that it was not long before he began to use them," said Hersebom, laughing. "Oh, he was a superb child," said Katrinn, eagerly.
"He was so white, and strong, and plump; and such arms and legs. You should have seen them!" "How was he dressed?" asked Dr. Schwaryencrona. Hersebom did not answer, but his wife was less discreet. "Like a little prince," she answered. "Imagine a robe of piquè, trimmed all over with lace, a pelisse of quilted satin, a cloak of white velvet, and a little cap; the son of a king could not have more.
He had tried to keep all his adopted family with him, even offering to transport from Noroe the house with all its furniture where he had passed his infancy. But this project of emigration was generally regarded as impracticable. Mr. Hersebom and Katrina were too old to change their habits. They would not have been perfectly happy in a country of whose language and habits they were ignorant.
"On board a ship one must be thinking only how to avoid the icebergs so as not to be crushed to pieces, whilst on this island of ice we have none of these miseries to worry us." As this was evidently the view of an optimist, Mr. Hersebom answered with a sad smile. But Erik was determined to take a cheerful view of things.
He was not surprised, when three days after his conversation with Erik, he received the following letter, which he lost no time in carrying to the house of Mr. Hersebom. The letter read as follows: "STOCKHOLM, March 17th. "MY DEAR MR. MALARIUS, I thank you cordially for informing me of the disastrous consequences of the cyclone of the 3d of March to the worthy Mr. Hersebom.
"You know that I do not like to bet," said the doctor, softened by his unconquerable good humor. "But I shall take so much pleasure in your discomfiture that I accept your offer." "Well, then it is a settled affair. How much time do you expect to take for your researches?" "A few months will suffice, I hope, but I have said two years to Hersebom, in order to be sure that no efforts were wanting."
Hersebom to speak for them: "We are of opinion that it is the duty of the 'Alaska' to capture this rascal at any sacrifice!" he said, quietly. "Very well, then, we will do our best to accomplish it," answered Erik. When he found that he had the confidence of his crew, he did not spare fuel, and in spite of the desperate efforts of Tudor Brown, he could not increase the distance between them.
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