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Tudor Brown raised his gun and shot Patrick O'Donoghan through the heart, who fell backward. Then before he had time to lower his rifle, Tudor Brown received a bullet in his forehead, and fell forward on his face. "I did well to come back when I saw suspicious footprints in the snow," said Mr. Hersebom, coming forward, his gun still smoking in his hands.
Katrina, Hersebom, the goodwife, was occupied peacefully with her spinning-wheel, while little Vanda, a blonde of ten years, was seated on a stool, knitting a large stocking with red wool. At their feet a large dog of a yellowish-white color, with wool as thick as that of a sheep, lay curled up sound asleep.
He had a large wound in his head, another in his shoulder, and on his chest a contusion, which greatly interfered with his respiration. "He must be carried to our place of shelter, and restored to life," said Erik, to Mr. Hersebom. And then he added in a low tone as if he was afraid of being overheard.
Mr. Hersebom tried to lead the conversation toward the subject which occupied his mind. He spoke of Mr. Malarius' school, and at last said plainly: "Doctor, my wife and I have been thinking all night about what you said to us last evening about the boy. We never thought that we were doing him a wrong in educating him as our son.
"Well, this buoy, what name did it bear?" "Doctor, I am not a savant. I can read my own language a little, but as for foreign tongues and then it was so long ago." "However, you ought to be able to remember something about it and doubtless you showed it to Mr. Malarius, with the rest of the articles make a little effort, Mr. Hersebom. Was not this name inscribed on the buoy, 'Cynthia'?"
I felt a strong desire to give him the advantages of a complete education. You can understand that, after the confidence which you have bestowed upon me, I am more anxious to do so than before. You can see, Mr. Hersebom, that your adopted son belongs to some rich and distinguished family.
Hersebom took the letter from his pocket, and read it aloud, but not without hesitating over some words which were strange to him: "MY DEAR HERSEBOM," wrote the doctor, "it is now two years since you intrusted your dear child to my care, and every day I have had renewed pleasure in watching his progress in all the studies that he has undertaken.
Hersebom, and they commenced climbing a hill of ice and snow a hummock is the technical name in order to obtain a general idea of their island. They found it from one end to the other lying and floating insensibly upon the polar ocean. But it was very difficult to form a correct estimate either of its size or shape; for a great number of hummocks intercepted their view on all sides.
Oh, learning is a fine thing." After uttering this aphorism the brave man took a spoon to help the smoking fish and potatoes, when a knock at the door made him pause. "May I come in, Master Hersebom?" said a deep-toned voice. And without waiting for permission the person who had spoken entered, bringing with him a great blast of icy air.
Hersebom also, although but little inclined in general, and especially in his present situation, to admire the splendor of Nature in the arctic regions, could not help being impressed with them. "How beautiful this would look were we on a good ship!" he said, sighing. "Bah!" answered Erik, with his usual good humor.
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