"Charles XII. was killed there--wasn't he?"

"That's the place. The fortress of Frederiksteen is there, on a
perpendicular rock four hundred feet high."

"I wish we went nearer to the Swedish coast," added Norwood.

"We shall see enough of it before we leave the Baltic," said Lincoln.

"Probably we shall not care to see it after we have been looking at it
a week."

"According to the chart, this part of the coast is fringed with
islands, but they don't look so bare and desolate as those of Norway.
I had an idea that everything on this side of the ocean was entirely
different from what we see on our side," added the captain.

"That was just my idea."

"But it isn't so. It is almost the same thing here as the coast of
Maine. The shore here is hilly, and through the glass it looks as
though it was covered with pine forests."

"I expect to see something different before we return."

"Not in the Baltic; for I fancy most of the southern coast looks like
that of our Middle and Southern States."

"Up here, even the houses look just as they do at home."

"I don't believe we shall find it so in Denmark."

As there was little to be seen, the regular routine of the squadron
was followed, and those who were in the steerage, attending to their
recitations, did not feel that they were losing anything. Later in the
day, the wind was light, and the vessels made very little progress,
though the course brought them nearer to the coast, where on the port
bow appeared a high promontory, extending far out into the sea. The
wind died out entirely just before sunset, and the sails hung
motionless from the spars; for there was no swell to make them thrash
about, as at sea. It was utter silence, and it was hard to believe
that very ugly storms often made sad havoc in this channel.

When the sun rose the next morning it brought with it a light breeze
from the west, and the fleet again skimmed merrily along over the
water. Its course was near the town of Marstrand, a noted Swedish
watering-place, situated on an island. Soon after, pilots were taken,
and the vessels stood into the harbor of Gottenburg, which is formed
by the mouth of Goeta River. Along the sides of the channel were posts
set in the water, for the convenience of vessels hauling in or out of
the harbor. The fleet came to anchor in a convenient part of the port,
and those on board proceeded to take a leisurely survey of the city.
The portion of the town nearest to th