The Waterbury Democrat., 1942-11-18
SOMETHING IN THE WIND
 CHAPTER III

When 0unnar Brogge came out Of the doctors house, he found the streets deserted and strangely silent. He looked up and down the rows of boxlike little houses lying in the warm September sun, The old, heavy timbers, the caves, !handcarved and painted in gay colors, the thick netting hung out Co dry on poles in the back yards, the clean, narrow streets, the odor of oil and fish and salt sea, all that was peculiarly, Norway now it seemed to him possessed of strange newness. Here and there Q garden gate stood ajar,
 Then slowly, while he was turn mg over in his mind what the doctor had told him, he became conscious of a low, murmurine sound driven in the wind from the .aockside. Something was wrong
 He stared down the street on the run, past the square and down through short alleyway behind the shoemaker'S shop
 When he got to the dock he found c large crowd milling about It seemed in an ugly mood, He stopped the first man he met to ask what had happened, and dis covered that at little before six that morning, when the first fish ermen had gone down to the har- Dor, they found guard of l6 soldiers with bayonetS on their rifles, standing between them and the boats. Nailed on the brown clapboard wall of the warehouse that jutted out to the very end of the pier was notice in German and Norwegian, confiscating all chipping, flor military reasons" and signed by the commandant, Such a thing had never happened, not even the year before when so many boats had been taken from other towns for the invasion Of England.
 He edged in among the fisher men until he got to the white pla- card. "Stoksund," he thought. The revolt in Stoksund. They're afraid we'll use the boats to get in touch with the English" There were a number of women in the crowd, and some of the men began to order them away as though there might be trouble.
 How do we work without ships" cried one, over the heads of those in front of him. How do we eat?"
 The soldiers lean, blond, fel- lows mainly stood silent, fingers fidgetinr on the stocks or their rifles. They had orders to make no move that might provoke an attack. The crowd pushed for ward. Some of the men had knives under their belts.
 storm them. Shove them into the water"
 "fIo, dunnar, what do we do?" A littie group had formed about Gunnar Brogge. who was standing near the wall of the warehouse.
 Heavily he shifted weight from one foot to the other, gazing over the heads of those around him, Then, Keep quiet he said in low voice.
 By God, Gunnar, mo-"
 Ills arm shot out and caught hold of the man by the collar Believe me" he said fiercely, and put a finger to his lips.
 "Forma a delegation" somebody called out. Let's go up and talk to the captain"
 You swine with the guns, our day Is coming"
 Fists shook on the air. A few of the men had short wooden clubs that they used in the boats. They swung them over their heads, try ing to push forward past those in the front rows. Gunnar ducked suddenly and thrust himself in among the men. To one and ar- other, he said, Be still. I have good news" They turned to look after him when he had passed. He saw 6 soldier watching him. , Break it up" he whispered l1oarsely to the men. GO back to town. There is good news" A tap on the shoulder, and the quick low words. You. Jonas, Lars Kjerlof. help me keep the peace. I have news for you"
 The wisper spread hopefully. Men looked at each other mutter- ing, "Gunnar Brogge says there is good news" They clapped each other on the back, keeping a care ful eye on the soldiers. Did you hear? There is good news
 Hove the English landed?"
 No. Impossible. But maybe the Swedes are in the war. Maybe
 We don't know what 1t is. But Gunnar Brogge says to make nc trouble. He has something up his sleeve"
 Thank God, at last"
 "The English?"
 TO the devil We're Norwe-