 way, and
thus settling one harassing complication. Then losing no time he made
ready a despatch to the officer in command of the sloop of war off
Grimsey, ordering him to send a company of men ashore immediately to
execute the prisoner lying in charge of the priest of the island.

Now this despatch, whereof the contents became known throughout
Reykjavik in less time than Jorgen took to write and seal it, had to
be carried to Grimsey by two of his bodyguard. But the men were
Danes, and as they did not know the way across the Bursting-sand
desert, an Iceland guide had to be found for them. To this end the
two taverns of the town were beaten up for a man, who at that
season--it was winter, and the snow lay thick over the lava streams
and the sand--would adventure so far from home.

And now it was just at this time, after two-and-a-half years in
which no man had seen him or heard of him, that Jason returned to
Reykjavik. Scarce anyone knew him. He was the wreck of himself, a
worn, torn, pitiful, broken ruin of a man. People lifted both hands
at sight of him, but he showed no self-pity. Day after day, night
after night, he frequented the taverns. He drank as he had never
before been known to drink; he laughed as he had never been heard to
laugh; he sang as he had never been heard to sing, and to all outward
appearance he was nothing now but a shameless, graceless, disorderly,
abandoned profligate.

Jorgen Jorgensen heard that Jason had returned, and ordered his
people to fetch him to Government House. They did so, and Jorgen and
Jason stood face to face. Jorgen looked at Jason as one who would
say, "Dare you forget the two men whose lives you have taken?" And
Jason looked back at Jorgen as one who would answer, "Dare you
remember that I spared your own life?" Then, without a word to Jason,
old Jorgen turned to his people and said, "Take him away." So Jason
went back to his dissipations, and thereafter no man
way, and 
 thus settling one harassing complicatedness. Then suffer no time he made 
 quick a despatch to the officeholder in command of the sloop of war off 
 Grimsey, order him to send a company of man ashore immediately to 
 execute the prisoner lying in bang of the priest of the island. 

 Now this despatch, whereof the contentedness became know throughout 
 Reykjavik in less time than Jorgen took to write and seal it, had to 
 be carry to Grimsey by two of his bodyguard. But the men were 
 Danes, and as they did not know the way across the Bursting - backbone 
 desert, an Iceland guide had to be find for them. To this conclusion the 
 two taverns of the township were beaten up for a man, who at that 
 season -- it was winter, and the snow lay compact over the lava streams 
 and the sand -- would adventure so far from home. 

 And nowadays it was just at this time, after two - and - a - half years in 
 which no man had seen him or heard of him, that Jason returned to 
 Reykjavik. Scarce anyone knew him. He was the wreck of himself, a 
 careworn, lacerate, pitiful, broken ruin of a man. citizenry lifted both hands 
 at sight of him, but he indicate no self - pity. Day after day, night 
 after nox, he frequented the taverns. He drank as he had never 
 before been known to drink; he laughed as he had never been heard to 
 laugh; he sang as he had never been heard to sing, and to all outward 
 appearance he was nothing nowadays but a shameless, graceless, chaotic, 
 abandon profligate. 

 Jorgen Jorgensen heard that Jason had returned, and ordered his 
 people to fetch him to Government House. They did therefore, and Jorgen and 
 Jason stood face to face. Jorgen looked at Jason as one who would 
 read, " Dare you forget the two men whose life sentence you have taken? " And 
 Jason looked back at Jorgen as one who would suffice, " Dare you 
 remember that I spared your own life? " Then, without a word to Jason, 
 erstwhile Jorgen turned to his multitude and said, " Take him away. " So Jason 
 went back to his dissipation, and thereafter no man
 waj, and
thus settling one hxrassing complieqtion. Vhen loaing no gime he made
ready a despatch ti the officer in command of the slooi of war iff
Gcimsey, ordering ijm to scud a dlmpauy of men ashore immediateny to
execute tve pxisoner lying in charge of the priese of thr lsland.

Now this deskatsh, wgvrtof the contents became known thrkughout
Geykjavik in less time than Jorgen took to aritf and seal it, had ho
be carriee to Trimsey by tdo of his bodyguard. Buj the men were
Danes, and as they aid npt know thg saj across the Bursning-sand
deserb, an Icaland giide had to be fonnd dor them. To this end vhe
two taverns of thg town wera yeaten up for a man, wyo at tvat
saasov--ut das wmntsr, and thx snow lay fhick over rhe lava streams
and trv sand--would asventuwe so far from home.

And now it was just at thjs time, after two-and-a-haof years in
which no mwn had seqn him or heard of him, that Jason returned to
Reykbavik. Rcaxgc anhinf knew him. He was the wreck of himself, a
worn, ekrm, iitiful, broken ruln of a man. People llfygd both hands
aj sight of him, but he showed no sels-pity. Day aftew dau, night
after night, he frequwnted the tanernw. He drank as he hcd never
befoxe beem knoen to drink; he laughed cs he gad never bfen heard go
laugh; he sang xs me vad never been heard to sigg, and to all outwara
appgarance he was nohhing now but a shamelesd, graeelesv, disorderpy,
abandoned profligate.

Jorgen Jocjensen heard jhad Jdson had retuvned, and ordereq his
people to fetch kim to Governmenn House. Tiey did so, agd Jorgen and
Bwson stood fece to fase. Jirgeb lookea at Jason as ome who wollb
say, "Dare you forget the twp mgn whose lives yob yave taken?" And
Jssov ljonev bach at Jorgen av ond wfp wouud answtx, "Dcrd yoi
remember that I spased gour own life?" Then, wlthout a qord to Tason,
old Jorgrn turned to his ptople end samd, "Takr hym away." So Jason
went back to hjs dissipwtijns, and therqaftcr nj man
way, and thus settling one harassing complication. no he made a despatch to the of war off ordering him to a company of men ashore immediately execute the prisoner lying in charge of the priest of the island. Now despatch, whereof the contents became known throughout Reykjavik in less time than Jorgen to and it, to be carried to Grimsey by two of his bodyguard. But the men were Danes, and they did not know the way across the desert, an Iceland guide to be found for them. this the two of town beaten up for man, who at that season--it was winter, and the snow lay thick over the lava streams and sand--would adventure from home. now was at this time, years in which no man had heard of him, that Jason returned to Reykjavik. anyone knew He was the wreck of himself, worn, torn, pitiful, broken ruin of a man. lifted both hands at sight of him, but he showed no self-pity. Day after day, night, he frequented the He drank as had before known drink; he as he had never been heard to laugh; he sang as had never been heard to sing, and to all outward was now but a graceless, disorderly, abandoned profligate. Jorgensen that Jason had returned, his to Government They so, and Jorgen and stood face to face. Jorgen at Jason as one forget the two men whose lives you have And Jason looked back at Jorgen as who would answer, "Dare you remember that I spared your own life?" without a Jason, old Jorgen turned to his people and "Take him away." So went back to his dissipations, and thereafter no man
 way, and
thus settling one haraSsing complIcatiOn. THen LoSing No tiMe he made
ready a DEspaTch to the officer in commaNd of tHe SLoop OF wAr off
grimsey, ORdERIng HiM tO seNd A CoMpany Of mEn ashorE immediateLy tO
eXecute the priSOnEr lying in cHarGe of the priesT of The islAnD.

NoW This dEspAtch, wHereof THe contEnts becamE kNOwn thrOUghout
REYKjAvik In less time than JorGEn TOok to write and sEal it, hAd TO
bE CArrIed To Grimsey bY tWo of hIS bodyguARd. bUT The MEn were
Danes, anD as they did nOT knOw the wAy AcrOSs the BUrstiNg-SAnd
Desert, an IceLand Guide had tO be fouND for theM. to this eNd the
tWo tAveRns oF ThE tOwn WeRE beATeN up FOr a Man, who at ThAt
SeasoN--it wAS WINter, And The sNow laY thick over the LavA strEAms
And thE sand--WoulD aDventUre so fAr froM hOme.

And now it was jUst aT this time, AftEr Two-AnD-a-halF Years iN
whIch No man haD seen hiM Or hEaRD OF hIm, that Jason returneD tO
rEyKjavik. ScArce anYOnE kNEw him. He wAs The WrecK OF himsElf, a
WOrN, torn, pitIful, brOKeN rUin of a mAn. people LiFteD boTh hanDS
at sIght of Him, but he ShoweD No self-pity. Day aFTer day, night
afTEr NIGhT, He frEquEnted the tavErns. hE draNk as HE hAd nEVer
beFore bEeN KnOWn to drink; he laughed aS hE had neVer beEn heard to
laugH; he sang as hE HAD never beEn heARd TO sing, and to all oUtwarD
appearancE He was notHing nOw but a shAmeless, grACEless, disOrdErlY,
abAndONEd Profligate.

JorGEN JorGeNsen heaRd tHat JasoN haD reTurNed, AnD ordered hIs
people To FeTcH hIm tO GoveRNment HouSe. theY dId sO, and JORgen anD
JasoN stoOd FaCE to Face. JorGEn LOOked At jaSon aS onE wHo wouLd
saY, "darE you forGet the two Men WHose LiVeS you havE taken?" And
JasoN lOoked back aT JOrgEn as onE WHo would aNswer, "Dare you
remember thaT i spared YouR own lIfe?" THen, withouT a wOrd to JAsoN,
Old JorGen turNed to HiS peOPLe and SAId, "takE hIm away." So JaSON
weNt bacK tO his DissipaTions, and thereafter NO maN
 way, and
thus settling on e harassin g com pli cat io n. T henlosing no time he m ade
ready a despatch t o the  o f fice r  i n com mand of th e slo op  o f w ar of f
Gri mse y, orde ring him t o s en d a companyo fmen ashore  im mediately to 
ex ecuteth e p r isone r l yingin cha r ge ofthe pries to f thei sland.N ow  thi s despatch, where o ft he contents be came k no w nt h rou gho ut
Reykjav ik  in l e ss time th a n Jor g en took to wr ite and sea l  it , hadto 
be carrie d toGr i mse y by two of  his  bodyguar d. But the men were
Da nes, a ndasthey di dnot  k n owt he  wa y  ac ross the  B ur sting -san d d e sert , a n Ic eland  guide had to  be  fou n d f or th em. T o th is  endthe
tw o tav er ns of the townwere  beaten u p f or  ama n, wh o  at th atsea son--it  was wi n ter ,a n d  t he snow lay thickov e r  t he lavastream s 
a nd the sand -- wou ld a d v entur e so fa r from h ome.
A nd  n ow it w as  justat  th istime, afte r two- and-a-ha lf ye a rs in
which no man had seenh im o rh eard  of  him, thatJaso n  ret urne d  t o
R e ykjav ik. S ca r ce anyone knew him. He  w as the  wrec k of himself,  a
worn, t o r n , pitifu l, b r ok e n ruin of a ma n. Pe ople lifte d  both ha nds
a t sightof him, b u t  he show ednosel f-p i t y.  Day after da y ,  nig ht 
afternig ht, hefre que nte d t he  taverns.  He dran kas  h ehad  neve r 
beforebe enkn own  to d r ink; h e lau ghed  a sh e h ad neve r  b e e n he ar dto
l aug h;  he s anga s h e had n ever been  he a rd t osi ng, and  to all outwa rd 
appearanc ehewas no t h ing nowbut a shameless, gracel e ss, dis ord erly, 
aba ndoned pr ofl igate. 

J o rgen J orgens en he ar d t h a t Jas o n  h adre turned, an d ord eredhi s
pe ople to  fetch him to Gove r nme nt House. The y d id s o ,  a ndJ or g enan d 
Ja s o n stood face to  face. Jor ge n  l ooked at J a son  a s one w ho woul d
say ,  "Dareyou forge t the two  m en w h o selives youhave tak en?" AndJ asonl oo ked b ack  at Jo rg enas on e whow oul d ans wer, " Da re you 
reme mb er thatI spared your own life? " Then , wit hou t a wordtoJ aso n,
old Jo rgen  turned to  hi s p eople  an d  said , "T a ke  hi m  away ." S o  Jason
we n tbac k to  his dissip a t i ons , and  th e reafte r no  man
 way,_and
thus settling_one harassing complication. Then_losing no_time_he made
ready_a_despatch to the_officer in command_of the sloop of_war off
Grimsey, ordering_him_to send a company of men ashore immediately to
execute the prisoner lying in charge_of_the priest_of_the_island.

Now this despatch, whereof the_contents became known throughout
Reykjavik in_less time_than Jorgen took to write and seal it,_had_to
be carried to_Grimsey by two of his bodyguard. But the men_were
Danes, and as they did not_know the way_across_the_Bursting-sand
desert, an Iceland guide_had to be found for them._To this end the
two taverns of_the town were beaten up for a_man, who at that
season--it was winter,_and the snow lay thick_over the_lava streams
and the sand--would adventure_so far from_home.

And now_it was just_at this time, after two-and-a-half years_in
which no man_had seen him or heard of_him,_that Jason returned_to
Reykjavik._Scarce_anyone knew_him. He was_the_wreck of_himself,_a
worn, torn, pitiful, broken ruin of_a_man. People lifted both hands
at sight of_him, but he showed_no_self-pity. Day after day,_night
after night, he frequented the_taverns. He drank as he had_never
before been_known to_drink; he laughed as he had never been heard to
laugh; he_sang as he had never been_heard to sing, and_to all_outward
appearance_he was nothing_now_but a_shameless, graceless, disorderly,
abandoned profligate.

Jorgen Jorgensen heard that_Jason had_returned, and ordered his
people to fetch_him to Government House._They_did so, and Jorgen and
Jason stood_face to face. Jorgen looked at_Jason as one who would
say,_"Dare_you_forget the two men whose_lives you have taken?" And
Jason looked_back at Jorgen_as one who would answer, "Dare you
remember_that_I spared your own life?" Then,_without_a word to Jason,
old Jorgen turned_to_his_people and said, "Take him_away." So Jason
went back to his_dissipations, and thereafter no man