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Updated: June 18, 2025


"Good pedlar," said little Hulda, "could you not be so very kind as just to let me have a sight of them?"

This letter advised him to confer with the maritime authorities of Bergen, and authorized him to immediately organize an expedition to search for the missing "Viking." The professor did not want Joel or Hulda to know what he intended to do, so he merely told them that he must leave them for a few days to attend to some business matters. "Pray do not desert us, Mister Sylvius," said the poor girl.

Joel, as soon as he rose the next morning, tapped at the door of his sister's room, and being anxious to divert her thoughts, which were likely to be more melancholy than ever on such a day, he proposed that they should walk about the town until breakfast-time, and Hulda, to please her brother, consented.

Then Hulda said: "The yellow leaves are like me: I am going away from my place for the sake of the poor fairy, who now lies hidden in the dark Egyptian ruin; but if I am so happy as to recover her wand by my care, she will come back glad and white, like the snowdrops when winter is over, and she will love my memory when I am laid asleep in my tomb."

On apprising her of these different offers, however, neither Sylvius Hogg nor Joel made any attempt to influence Hulda. She was to be guided entirely by her own wishes in the matter. They knew now what her wishes were. Joel, moreover, approved his sister's decision unreservedly. Ole Kamp's ticket must not be sold to any person at any price. Sylvius Hogg went even further.

On hearing this voice, Hulda sprung to her feet, uttering a cry that penetrated every nook and corner of the large hall; then she fell back fainting. But the young man had forced his way impetuously through the crowd, and it was he who caught the unconscious girl in his arms. It was Ole Kamp! Yes; it was Ole Kamp! Ole Kamp, who, by a miracle, had survived the shipwreck of the "Viking."

He grew a little angry at this thrust, but she continued to look at him quietly, unaware that she was impertinent. "I often have business, Hulda, with Joe and Patty; negroes are very high, and we must buy them where they are to be had. But a deepening religious interest in you often attracts me here." "Why religious as well as conservative, sir?"

Zussmann was paralyzed with joy and surprise. "Now will you deny that the Idea works?" cried Hulda, her face flushed and her eyes glittering. And she fell a-coughing. "You are right, Hulda; you are always right," cried Zussmann, in responsive radiance. "Thank God! Thank God!" "God forgive me," muttered the Red Beadle. "Go at once, Zussmann," said Hulda.

"And what a career you have led, Aunt Patty! Lived anywhere but in this old pocket between the bays, you would have had the reputation of Captain Kidd. Tell me now, conservatively, was not your own helpless childhood the cause of your mistakes, and does it never make you feel for other sparrow-birds like Hulda?"

Chito! chito! as the Cubans say, and hear my suggestion before you throw away those shillings!" "Take care how you mock me!" cried Patty Cannon, with her dark, bold eyes furtive, like one both angered and troubled, and her ruddy cheeks full of cloudy blood. "Sit down! Give the shillings to pretty Hulda there." "To her?"

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