The Argosy, Vol. XXV, No. 3 — page 148: what you’re looking at

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THE GOLD DELUGE.* Astounding consequences arising from the discovery of a chemist—Tertor of the governments to whom unlimited gold meant destruction—The extraordinary lengths to which Erik Poulsen was driven to maintain his independence. CHAPTER XIX.—THE NEw Money. A SAFE and easy landing place, hitherto unseen, now suddenly fell upon the vision of the watchful fugitives. It was the little port of Sun- boevur. The end of their weary journey had been reached. ‘The place con- sisted of a few wooden houses with turf roofs, hardly distinguishable from the surrounding country, where herds of sheep were grazing. Several open boats lay moored in the miniature harbor, ingenuously formed with the aid of large blocks of stone. The cutter touched shore, and all stepped out as hastily as their weak condition permitted. An old man, attracted by their glad exclamations, slowly approached and gazed at them in wonder. He was clad in primitive sheepskin clothing. ‘’ Water !”’ several gasped, and pantomimed to him that they were dying from thirst. ‘‘ Yes,’’ he replied, in a mixture of Danish and Faroesan, ‘‘ certainly we have water. Come from far?’’ ‘‘ Shipwrecked North Pole explorers,’’ Erik replied ; ‘‘ but hurry, hurry / Water! We have not had a drop in four days.”’ ‘‘ North Pole explorers!’’ the old man repeated doubtfully: ‘‘ Follow me to my house; you can have all you want.’’ And slowly he ambled over the rough road, the crew impatiently following him. He moved so slowly that Szmesky and Calandro raised him on their shoulders and fairly ran off with him—the others following—to the house the old Faroean pointed out. | “So, thanks,’’ the old fellow mumbled. ‘‘ You shall have water, only give me time—give me time.”’ They set him on his tottering feet, and after a long absence in his hut he reappeared with a dirty jug full of turbid, stale water. ‘Who shall drink first ?”’ ‘« The lady,’’ all cried in unison. ‘‘ Be careful,’’ Erik admonished his wife ; ‘‘ not more than a few drops at a time.”’ ‘* Now the master,’’ the crew exclaimed. ‘“No,’’ Hrik replied ; ‘‘each of you first; you have suffered for me. The oldest takes the lead; here, Kelly.’ - (S@) CGORMIE!|DOOKS