"There!" he cried, throwing the package and the rope down to Tonnes. "Give the skipper this new line for his trouble. He has used plenty of rope for us. You go back. I stay here. Give--my--love--to the girl at home.--You and she--You two--God bless you!" "Captain!" cried Tönnes in affright; "you are sick; come, let me--" He prepared to climb on board. Captain Spang lifted his hand threateningly, and Prussian barked furiously. "Stay down there, boy, I say! The vessel and I, we belong together. You shall take care of the girl. Good-by!" The Anna Dorothea rolled heavily over on one side, righted again, and then began to plunge her head downwards, like a whale that, tired of the surface, seeks rest at the bottom. The crew of the brig hauled in the lines of the boat. Tossed on the turbid sea, Tönnes saw his old skipper leaning against the helm, the dog at his side. His gray hairs fluttered in the wind as if they wafted a last farewell; and down with vessel and dog went the old skipper--down into the wild sea that so long had borne him on its waves. THE PRINCE'S SONG From 'Once Upon a Time' Princess, I come from out a land that lieth-- I know not in what arctic latitude: Though high in the bleak north, it never sigheth For sunny smiles; they wait not to be wooed. Our privilege we know: the bright half-year Illumines sea and shore with sunlit glory; In twilight then our fertile fields we ear, And round our brows we twine a wreath of story. When winter decks with frost the bearded oak, In songs and sagas we our youth recover; Around the hearthstone crowd the listening folk, While on the wall mysterious shadows hover. The summer night, suffused with loving glow, The future, dawning in a golden chalice, Enkindles hope in hearts of high and low, From peasant's cottage to the royal palace. The snow of winter spreads o'er hill and valley Its soft and silken blue-white veil of sleep; The springtime bids the green-clad earth to rally, When through the budding leaves the sunbeams peep, The autumn brings fresh breezes from the ocean And paints the lad's fair cheeks a rosy red; The maiden's heart is stirred with new emotion, When summer's fragrance o'er the world is spread. To roam in our fair land is like a dream, Through these still woods, renowned in ancient story, Along the shores, deep-mirrored in the gleam Of fjords that shine beneath the sky's blue glory. Upon the meadows where the flowers bloom The elfin maidens hide themselves in slumbers, But soon along the lakes where shadows gloom In every bosky nook they'll dance their numbers.