underneath.

On the print there was little to be seen but mast-heads and
cannon-mouths, and a confusion of smoke, but in this had the child lived
whole years of her life; and many a time in fancy had she stood there
and fought the Englishman. 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.




CHAPTER II.


After old Jacob had fallen into ill health, lighterman Kristiansen used
to come out oftener to Torungen with provisions and other necessaries;
and his visits now became periodical.

He was accompanied one autumn by his son Salvé, a black-haired,
dark-eyed, handsome lad, with a sharp, clever face, who had worked in
the fishing-boats along the coast from his childhood almost, and had, in
fact, been brought up amongst its sunken rocks and reefs and breakers.
He was something small in stature, perhaps; but what he wanted in
robustness he made up in readiness and activity--qualities which stood
him in good stead in the many quarrels into which his too ready tongue
was wont to bring him. He was eighteen years old at this time; had been
already engaged as an able seaman; and was in great request at the
Sandvigen and Vraangen dances,--a fact of which he was perfectly well