As I look through this book, written so many years ago, I am made aware of the old time citizens who have been called Home, yet feel that all who have not had opportunity to read the early history of the Scandinavians in this part of the country, will derive a great deal of pleasure in being able to refresh their memories, and to those Scandinavians who have recently settled in this part of the country, the book will no doubt be the means of many re-unions of friendship formed in other parts of the world. In concluding this short sketch, permit me to add "Greetings from Puget Sound," a poem which I wrote some months ago, and which was published on a post card, and copyrighted by The Scenic Library Company. THOS. OSTENSON STINE. GREETINGS FROM PUGET SOUND. Land and sea united greet us, Greeting all in words sublime; And with magic touches lift us, On the sunny wings of time. Over hills and laughing waters Plumage songsters hang and soar; From their hearts with gladness panting Greetings ever shake and pour. In the distance mellow cloudlets Float around the old Rainier, Mixing with his locks of silver In the balmy atmosphere. And we hear Snoqualmie yonder Calling, calling, loud and free. In a voice which shakes with welcome He is calling to the sea. From the mountain's snow-clad bosom Brooklets winding seaward sing; And the silver-braided wildwoods Tingle with the joy of spring. Breezes playing with the sea-nymphs Kiss the wooded land with glee, And the golden shore is warbling With the music of the sea. Morning steals serenely on us, Melting in from east to west, And the diamonds on the water, Burning, leap from crest to crest. When the sun departs in Westland Firs and pines in silence weep; Fold their flaming wings in slumber To the music of the deep. Mountains looking seaward charm us On the shore of Puget Sound; Cataracts with music fill us, Breezes waft the fragrance round. Hillocks green and valleys blooming And the diamond-studded sea Laugh and sing with salutation In a strain of harmony. Rivers, lakes and orchards laden Mingle with the fields of gold, And the fir and spruce and hemlock In their verdure wealth unfold. Mountains hold the treasure tempting, And the valleys ever green Teem with blooms of inspiration By the sun-kissed shore serene. --Thos. Ostenson Stine. Copyright, 1909, by The Scenic Library Co. PRESS OF DENNY-CORYELL COMPANY SEATTLE, WASH. ERRATA. Page 33, sixth line from bottom, should be _its briny breast_, not her briny breast. Page 46, third line from bottom, should be slaughter, not staughter. Page 68, under the cut should be _Dr. Eiliv Janson_, not Eliiv. Page 86, thirteenth line from top, should be _the 31st of May, 1889_, not 1894. Page 93, tenth line from top, should be _examen_, not examin.