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"
Well
?
"
I
said
.
"
Well
?
"
he
queried
,
half
petulantly
.
"
It
was
not
well
.
I
was
one
of
those
seeds
.
"
He
dropped
his
head
to
the
scale
and
resumed
the
copying
.
I
finished
my
work
and
had
opened
the
door
to
leave
,
when
he
spoke
to
me
.
"
Hump
,
if
you
will
look
on
the
west
coast
of
the
map
of
Norway
you
will
see
an
indentation
called
Romsdal
Fiord
.
I
was
born
within
a
hundred
miles
of
that
stretch
of
water
.
But
I
was
not
born
Norwegian
.
I
am
a
Dane
.
My
father
and
mother
were
Danes
,
and
how
they
ever
came
to
that
bleak
bight
of
land
on
the
west
coast
I
do
not
know
.
I
never
heard
.
Outside
of
that
there
is
nothing
mysterious
.
They
were
poor
people
and
unlettered
.
They
came
of
generations
of
poor
unlettered
people
--
peasants
of
the
sea
who
sowed
their
sons
on
the
waves
as
has
been
their
custom
since
time
began
.
There
is
no
more
to
tell
.
"
"
But
there
is
,
"
I
objected
.
"
It
is
still
obscure
to
me
.
"
"
What
can
I
tell
you
?
"
he
demanded
,
with
a
recrudescence
of
fierceness
.
"
Of
the
meagreness
of
a
child
's
life
?
of
fish
diet
and
coarse
living
?
of
going
out
with
the
boats
from
the
time
I
could
crawl
?
of
my
brothers
,
who
went
away
one
by
one
to
the
deep-sea
farming
and
never
came
back
?
of
myself
,
unable
to
read
or
write
,
cabin-boy
at
the
mature
age
of
ten
on
the
coastwise
,
old-country
ships
?
of
the
rough
fare
and
rougher
usage
,
where
kicks
and
blows
were
bed
and
breakfast
and
took
the
place
of
speech
,
and
fear
and
hatred
and
pain
were
my
only
soul-experiences
?
I
do
not
care
to
remember
.
A
madness
comes
up
in
my
brain
even
now
as
I
think
of
it
.
But
there
were
coastwise
skippers
I
would
have
returned
and
killed
when
a
man
's
strength
came
to
me
,
only
the
lines
of
my
life
were
cast
at
the
time
in
other
places
.
I
did
return
,
not
long
ago
,
but
unfortunately
the
skippers
were
dead
,
all
but
one
,
a
mate
in
the
old
days
,
a
skipper
when
I
met
him
,
and
when
I
left
him
a
cripple
who
would
never
walk
again
.
"
"
But
you
who
read
Spencer
and
Darwin
and
have
never
seen
the
inside
of
a
school
,
how
did
you
learn
to
read
and
write
?
"
I
queried
.
"
In
the
English
merchant
service
.
Cabin-boy
at
twelve
,
ship
's
boy
at
fourteen
,
ordinary
seamen
at
sixteen
,
able
seaman
at
seventeen
,
and
cock
of
the
fo
'
c
's
le
,
infinite
ambition
and
infinite
loneliness
,
receiving
neither
help
nor
sympathy
,
I
did
it
all
for
myself
--
navigation
,
mathematics
,
science
,
literature
,
and
what
not
.
And
of
what
use
has
it
been
?
Master
and
owner
of
a
ship
at
the
top
of
my
life
,
as
you
say
,
when
I
am
beginning
to
diminish
and
die
.
Paltry
,
is
n't
it
?
And
when
the
sun
was
up
I
was
scorched
,
and
because
I
had
no
root
I
withered
away
.
"
"
But
history
tells
of
slaves
who
rose
to
the
purple
,
"
I
chided
.
