Scandinavian American. [volume] (Seattle, Wash.) 1945-1958, 1945-05-01

with a terrible nedQdcne. 1t nam
mered, buzzed, and Whirred as if
his whole head were going to ex
plode. He felt drowsy and grue-
somely gloomy. Although he felt
burning sensations round the
temples, his e e t h ratified from
cold. "A strange mixture of cold
and heat" thought Svensson,
reaching out his hand to wrap the
blanket about himself. His hand
CROPPED, but failed to find other
than gravel.
Although he tried to think, ev-
erything assumed a vague shape.
A multitude of indistinct ideas
danced in his foggy and beclouded
brain. A tier concentrating as
much as the brain permitted, he
came to the conclusion that he
slept in the wrong place.
Where was he then, and how
did he get there? Yes, now he
remembered Alter shipping on
board the Yankee fullrigger, "St.
Paul. he had still four pounds
left in his pocket. AS there was no
sense in taking the money out to
sea, he had thought it best to
spend it. For that reason, he went
ashore to buy clothes.
Now, did he buy anything? The
Jew in the store with the sign,
wi tale scandinavisk. had only
old rags. In the clothing store
next door, he tried on a new rig,
and probably bought that, for he
seemed to remember that he left
with a package. Thereafter he be-
lieved a couple of girls hooked
on to him and toWed him into a
bar. What had happened after
that was impossible to recollect.
One thing, however, was sure
he had not arrived on board.
A glass of whisky would GER
tainly clear his thoughts and warm
him. How much money could be
left, he wondered, grasping for
his trouser pockets. They We're
turned inside out. Aha, someone
had robbed him. Had the girls had
anything to do with the theft?
While Karl Svensson lay there
collecting his thoughts, the moon
climbed above the roof of the
houses and looked down on the
prodigal son lying in the alley
A mournful, touching Meow
was the only sound that broke the
silence of the night. AS the noise
seemed to come from an ash can a
few feet away, he sailed over and
found a longhaired black cat tied
in an old copraS sack. Most likely
the owner had tried to kill the
poor animal by dashing it against
a rock, but had only stunned it.
The cat had found himself lying
helpless in the sack. In certain
respects they had a mutual ad-
venture, thought Karl Since fate
had brought them together, they
could just as we'll sail together.
Svensson took the cat under
his arm and trudged to the street
There he bumped his toes against
the sidewalk and noticed, at the
same time. that he had no shoes
Well, hat, coat, vest, and shoes
were not the whole world After
all, they who had placed him in
the alley must have been pretty
decent folks. They could have
killed him. Instead they had beer
good enough to let him keep his
pants. He felt really grateful as
he marched down George Street
to Circular Quay. 1t struck sin
bells as he boarded his ship ano
turned in
About a month later. st Paul
had fallen in with the southeast
trade-Winds, With every sail pull
ing, the stately ship made gooC
Roadway across the Pacific.
On the forecastle-head, kar
| Svensson stood his lookout. II
was dark and the moon was hid
den behind a black mass of cloud,
on the horizon. Only the diamond,
of the Southern Cross tWinkleC
brightly in the armament Tn,