ed of a
great variety of little things, such as the small fishes, herrings,
smoked salmon, sausages. The coffee was magnificent, as it generally
is in Sweden, even on board of steamers, where, in our own country, it
is least expected to be good.

"What is this?" said Scott, taking up half a great brown biscuit.

"That's Swedish bread. We bake it once in six months," replied the
landlord.

"Not bad," added Scott, as he tasted the article.

"This is Graham bread, I suppose," said Laybold, as he took a slice of
the coarse brown bread. "Bah! it's sour."

It always is; and both the students rejected it, though they ate a
hearty meal of white bread, herring, salmon, and sausage.

"Now, how much?" asked Scott, when they were ready to go.

"One rigsdaler and fifty oere each--three rigsdalers in all."

"Cheap enough," said Scott. "Two lodgings and two breakfasts for
eighty-one cents."

The students walked through the lane in which they had made their
devious way the night before, to the main street on the canal. At the
landing-place there were no boats belonging to the squadron, and
everything looked exceedingly quiet on board of the ship. Seating
themselves on the pier, with their legs hanging over the water, they
decided to wait till a boat came to the shore.

"We shall catch it for this," said Laybold.

"No more liberty for a month at least," said Scott, shrugging his
shoulders after his fashion.

"I don't think it's fair. We didn't mean to get drunk, and didn't know
what 'finkel' was," added Laybold. "I don't half like to go on board
again."

"Nor I; but I suppose we must face the music," answered Scott,
dubiously. "I'm glad we didn't go on board while we were boozy. The
fellows would have laughed at us for a year, if we had."

"That's so; and Lowington would have put us in the brig."

"I don't exactly like to explain the reason why we didn't go on board
last night; I always was a bashful fellow."

"You didn't go with the others," said a man, coming up to them at this
moment, and speaking in broken English.

"What others? Where?" replied Scott.

"The other students. They took the steamer up the canal at two o'clock
this morning."

"Whew!" whistled Scott. "We have lost Goeta Canal and the falls."

"They will return to-night by the railroad from Wenersberg," added the
man, who was an agent of the canal steamers.

"That's too bad!" exclaimed Laybold, as the man walked away.

"I don't know that it is