Henry Christian Engeberg is a Dane by birth, a fine scholar and a careful druggist. He is a graduate of the University of Copenhagen and came to Fairhaven ten years ago. B. W. Benson, a real estate dealer, is a man of true Norse type, social, honest and intelligent. He was born in Norway, and came to Bellingham Bay, 1889. A. L. Stenvig, the only merchant tailor in Fairhaven, traces his birthplace to Norway. He came to this city ten years ago, worked for others at first, but now owns a paying establishment. Gust. Linden, a native of Sweden, O. M. C. Henning and Chris. Keel, born in Norway, have been in Fairhaven since 1890, and have worked themselves up from meager circumstances to affluence and honor. They are representatives of the industrial classes, possessed of mechanical ingenuity and prominent members of the Lutheran church. Mrs. Henning, wife of O. M. C. Henning, is a woman of learning and elevated character, being an energetic worker in the United Lutheran church. Her oldest daughter, Mrs. Richard, is a popular teacher in the city schools of Fairhaven. SCATTERED SCANDINAVIAN COMMUNITIES, POULSBO AND OTHER PLACES. CHAPTER XIV. AT POULSBO BAY The rippling bells are ringing, The druid woods are singing, And mellow throats hang on the air Pouring their hearts into music rare. Ever ringing, Ever singing, At Poulsbo Bay. Nature's soul in rapture smiling, Hillocks green the sunbeams climbing; When morning bursts on pearl-set wing, The vocal harps of the forest sing, Sweet freedom's air, In sunshine fair, At Poulsbo Bay. Jingle, jingle, ever chiming, Sea and land together rhyming, Sweet poets untaught singing, Nature's God to me is ringing. Rapture chiming, Grandeur smiling, At Poulsbo Bay. On a sunny slope slowly rising from the merry sheet of golden water, stands the town of Poulsbo, in Kitsap county, about twenty-five miles northwest from Seattle. A smiling tongue of the Sound is rippling into the land, and here and there a green nose is pushing itself into the brine as trying to contest with the elements of the deep. Sweet melodies spring from the laughing ripples, and sail on the wings of lazy zephyrs to cheer the ears of the village. This musical bay is a natural abode for Scandinavians who are wont to the songs of happy fjords. As early as 1875, Ole Stubb stranded his skiff on the shore of this vocal stretch for permanent nestling. He was born in Norway, and has witnessed days of divers struggles, interlaced with days of sunshine.