t line. Soon he brought his fish once
more to the side, exhausted and rolling over. Hans made a second
attempt and was successful in landing the silvery salmon on the bank.

When they returned to the schooner after that excursion, Captain McNab
was leaning over the side with a grim smile on his wooden countenance.
Bob Bowie was beside him with a beaming smile on his jolly red face.

"Good-day, Captain," cried Fred, as the boat drew near. "Well, Bowie,
we're desperately hungry, I hope you've got supper ready for us."

"I've got breakfast, sir," replied the steward.

"Eh? ah! well, call it what you like, only let us have it soon." (They
clambered up the side.) "Why, Captain, what day is it, and what time of
day?"

"It's Friday mornin', sir, and eight o'clock."

Fred opened his eyes in astonishment.

"Why, then, comrades, it seems that we have been shooting, sketching,
and fishing all night by daylight, and the sun has set and risen again
without our being aware of the fact! So much for perpetual day and a
cloudy sky. Come, Bob Bowie, look alive with break--, ah! supper, I
mean, for whatever it may be to you, it is supper to us. Meanwhile,
I'll have a bathe to refresh me."

So our hardy adventurers bathed that morning, over the side, then they
supped, after which they turned in and slept all day, and rose again at
six o'clock in the evening to breakfast!

CHAPTER SEVEN.

A SUNDAY ON SHORE.

Only once during their voyage along the rugged coast of Norway did our
three friends go to church! It must not be supposed, however, that
therefore they were heathens. Far from it. Fred and his companions
were truly Christian men. That is to say, they not only called
themselves Christians, but they made it their earnest aim to walk after
the example of Christ, and to exhibit their Christianity by their deeds.
But only once during their trip had they the opportunity of visiting a
church on a Sunday forenoon when service was going on.

It happened to be on a bright calm Sunday. There was just enough of
wind to urge the _Snowflake_ through the water at the rate of two miles
an hour. Fred's usual custom was to get to a secure anchorage on
Saturdays, so as to be able to spend the Sabbath as a day of rest. But
this was not always practicable, because the water was so deep close
inshore that no bottom could be found in many places, and often they
were obliged to continue their voyage on Sunday. This, however, w