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Updated: June 18, 2025
And many a time would she conjure up his form on the bench again particularly as he looked when he held up his glass and glanced over to her while he sang "Hurrah! then, boys, for the one of your mind, That never, oh, never, you'll leave behind." Subsequently to this, Carl Beck made repeated excursions out to Torungen to shoot sea-birds, and, by preference, alone in his sailing-boat.
On the stern, pine-clad southern coast of Norway, off the picturesquely-situated town of Arendal, stand planted far out into the sea the white walls of the Great and Little Torungen Lighthouses, each on its bare rock-island of corresponding name, the lesser of which seems, as you sail past, to have only just room for the lighthouse and the attendant's residence by the side.
Men-of-war and their officers had become the highest conception of her fancy, and the dearest wish of her heart was that a man-of-war might some day pass so near to Torungen that she would be able to see distinctly everything on board.
But in the mean time the gleam of light shone forth again whatever might have been the cause of its obscuration and that night Salvé Kristiansen brought the Juno safely into Merdö. Out on Little Torungen meanwhile noteworthy events had occurred, which were now the talk of the town. Old Jacob had had a stroke the week before, and had died the same night the Juno had had her wrestle for life.
And her grandfather was cross enough himself; for he was afraid that he had done something foolish, and broken with the lighterman. Salvé came out to the rock again the next autumn, after a voyage to Liverpool and Havre. At first he was rather shy, although his father and old Jacob Torungen had in the interval, in spite of that little affair of the previous year, been on the best of terms.
"There is good reason for that, mind you," was the next observation he caught, made in a somewhat lower tone, and accompanied by a doubtful laugh. "It is not for nothing that he has been out so constantly shooting sea-fowl about Torungen." "Would she be a sea-bird of that feather? Old Jacob, I should have thought, was not the kind of man "
We daren't go driving out in the dark to Great Torungen, on account of these women folk that we have on board," and he pointed, jokingly, to his sister and her friend. "I see you have to deal with womankind too, so you know what it is." The old man was apparently not insensible to this genial way of dealing with him.
About a score of years before the lighthouse was placed on Little Torungen there was, however, already a house there, if it could be dignified by that name, with its back and one side almost up to the eave of the roof stuck into a heap of stones, so that it had the appearance of bending forward to let the storm sweep over it.
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