boats, and in a few moments
the Gottenburgers, as well as the people on board of the foreign
vessels in the harbor, were astonished by the evolutions of the
squadron. The students landed, and dividing into parties, explored the
city. Their first care was to examine the canal, and the various craft
that floated upon it; but the latter, consisting mainly of schooners,
were not different from those they saw at home. They visited the
exchange, the cathedral, the residence of the governor of the
province, and other principal edifices.

"How do you feel, Scott?" asked Laybold, after they had walked till
they were tired out, and it was nearly time to go to the
landing-place.

"Tired and hungry," replied the wag. "I wonder if these Swedishers
have anything to eat."

"Probably they do; here's a place which looks like a restaurant."

"I feel as though I hadn't tasted food for four months. Let's go in."

They entered the store, which was near the _Bourse_. A neatly-dressed
waiter bowed to them, and Scott intimated that they wanted a lunch.
The man who understood English, conducted them to a table, on which a
variety of eatables was displayed, some of which had a familiar look,
and others were utterly new and strange. The waiter filled a couple of
wine-glasses from a decanter containing a light-colored fluid, and
placed them before the boys.

"What's that?" asked Scott, glancing suspiciously at the wine-glass.

"_Finkel_," replied the man.

"Exactly so; that's what I thought it was," replied Scott, who had
never heard of the stuff before. "Is it strong?"

"No," answered the waiter, shaking his head with a laugh. "Everybody
drinks it in Sweden."

"Then we must, Laybold, for we are somebody."

Scott raised the glass. The fluid had the odor of anise-seed, and was
not at all disagreeable. The taste, too, was rather pleasant at first,
and Scott drank it off. Laybold followed his example. We must do them
the justice to say that neither of them knew what "finkel" was.
Something like strangulation followed the swallowing of the fluid.

"That's not bad," said Scott, trying to make the best of it.

"No, not bad, Scott; but what are you crying about?" replied the
other, when he recovered the use of his tongue.

"I happened to think of an old aunt of mine, who died and left me all
her money," added Scott, wiping his eyes. "But you needn't cry; she
didn't leave any of the money to you."

"What are you going to eat?"

"I gen