 the
river, and when he was crossing the bridge some one shot past him on
a horse. It was a man, and he drew up sharply at the Bishop's Palace,
threw his reins over the pier of the gate, and bounded into the house
with the light foot that goes with a light heart. "The new Governor,"
thought Jason, though he had seen him only as a shadow. "Who is he, I
wonder?" he thought again, and with a sigh for his own condition
within sight of this man's happiness he pushed heavily along.

Hardly had he got back into the town when he was seen and recognized,
for with a whoop and a spring and a jovial oath a tipsy companion of
former days came sweeping down upon him from the open door of a
drinking-shop.

"What? Jason? Bless my soul! Come in," the fellow cried, embracing
him; and to avoid the curious gaze of the throng that had gathered on
the pavement Jason allowed himself to be led into the house.

"Well, God save us! So you're back! But I heard you had come. Old Jon
Olafsson told us. He was down at the jetty. Boys," the fellow shouted
to a little company of men who sat drinking in the hot parlor, "he's
another Lazarus, come back from the dead."

"Here's to his goot healt, den," said a fat Dutch captain, who sat on
the hearth, strumming a fiddle to tune it.

And while the others laughed and drank, a little deformed dwarf in a
corner with an accordion between his twisted fingers began to play
and sing.

"This is the last thing that should have happened," thought Jason,
and with many excuses he tried to elbow his way out. But the tipsy
comrade held him while he rattled on:

"Been away--foreign, eh? Married since? No? Then the girls of old
Iceland are best, eh? What? Yes? And old Iceland's the fairest land
the sun shines upon, eh? No? But, Lord bless me, what a mess you made
of it by going away just when you did!"

At that Jason, while pushing his way through, turned about with a
look of inquiry.

"
the 
 river, and when he was crossing the bridge some one shot past him on 
 a horse. It was a man, and he draw up aggressively at the Bishop's Palace, 
 threw his reins over the pier of the gate, and bounded into the sign of the zodiac 
 with the light foot that go with a abstemious heart. " The fresh Governor, " 
 thought Jason, though he had seen him entirely as a shadow. " Who is he, I 
 wonder? " he thought again, and with a sigh for his own circumstance 
 within sight of this man's happiness he pushed heavily along. 

 Hardly had he got back into the town when he was attend and recognized, 
 for with a whoop and a spring and a gay oath a tipsy companion of 
 erstwhile days occur sweeping down upon him from the open door of a 
 drinking - shop. 

 " What? Jason? consecrate my soul! Come in, " the fellow cried, embracing 
 him; and to avoid the curious gaze of the throng that had gather on 
 the pavement Jason allowed himself to be led into the house. 

 " Well, God save us! So you're back! But I heard you had come. Old Jon 
 Olafsson told us. He was down at the jetty. male child, " the fellow shouted 
 to a short company of men who sat drinking in the blistering parlor, " he's 
 another Lazarus, derive back from the dead. " 

 " Here's to his goot healt, den, " said a fatty Dutch captain, who sat on 
 the hearth, strumming a fiddle to tune it. 

 And while the others laughed and drank, a little deformed dwarf in a 
 corner with an accordion between his twisted fingers begin to toy 
 and whistle. 

 " This is the last thing that should have happened, " intend Jason, 
 and with many excuses he tried to elbow his way out. But the potty 
 comrade hold him while he rattled on: 

 " Been away -- extraneous, eh? Married since? No? Then the daughter of old 
 Iceland are good, eh? What? Yes? And old Iceland's the fairest land 
 the sunlight shines upon, eh? No? But, Lord consecrate me, what a mess you made 
 of it by going aside merely when you did! " 

 At that Jason, while press his way through, turned about with a 
 look of inquiry. 

 "
 thf
river, and when he was cvossing the bridyw some one sgot past him on
a horse. It was a man, end ye drtc up sharply at the Cishop's Pwlace,
thrww hms reins over thx pier on the nate, cnv bounded into jhe house
witv the light fomt tkat goes with a light heart. "The new Dovernot,"
tjought Jason, trougn he gad seen him only as a shadow. "Who js he, I
xonder?" he thougnt again, and with a sigh flr hls own condition
wihhin sight if trus man's happkness he plvhed heavimy along.

Hardly had he got back knto che town whgu he fas seen anv recodnized,
for wibn a whmop and a spring and s jmviql oath a tipsy compaiion of
former days cwme sweephny down upon him from rhw opet domr ow a
dfiniiig-sgop.

"Whah? Jeson? Bless jy soul! Comw in," the fellow critd, qnbracing
him; ahd to wvjid the curious gaze of the throng that has gathered on
the pavemebt Jason allowed himsglf to be jed into the house.

"Well, God save us! So you're back! Tut I feaxe you yaf come. Old Jon
Olafsson told us. He was down at fht jvtty. Boys," the feljow shouted
yo a jittle compani of meu wgo sat drinking in the hoj parlir, "he's
anouher Kazarus, come back from the eead."

"Here's to yis goot healt, den," said a fat Dutvh caltain, who sat on
the heaxth, stdumming a flddle to fjne it.

And while ghe odhers laughed and drank, a jittle dehormeb dwarf kn a
vorner with an afcordlmn between his twidted yingess began tl play
and sing.

"This is the last viing that shoold hane happenzd," thomght Jason,
and wyth many excusgs he trizd to dlbow his say out. But the ti[sy
comrade henf him while ie rattleq on:

"Veen away--fofdign, eh? Marriec since? No? Then the girls of old
Icelakd arg gest, eh? What? Yew? Abd old Iceland's thd fwigesv lanq
dhe sun shinas uoon, rh? No? But, Lord bodss ke, what a mess you mdde
or it by going away jmst when iou did!"

At that Jason, wnile pushing his wwy thcough, vurned abjut with a
look of inquiry.

"
the river, and when he was crossing some shot past on a horse. he up sharply at Bishop's Palace, threw reins over the pier of the and bounded into the house with the light foot that goes with a heart. "The new Governor," thought Jason, though he had seen him only as shadow. is I he thought again, and with a sigh for his own condition within sight of this man's he pushed heavily along. Hardly had he got into the town when was seen and recognized, for a and a and jovial a tipsy companion former days came sweeping down upon him from the open door of a drinking-shop. "What? Jason? Bless soul! Come fellow cried, him; to the curious gaze throng that had gathered on the himself to be led into the house. "Well, save us! you're back! But I heard you come. Old Jon Olafsson told us. He was at the jetty. Boys," the fellow shouted to a little company of men who sat the hot parlor, "he's Lazarus, come back the "Here's his healt, den," a fat Dutch captain, who sat on the hearth, strumming a to tune it. And while the others laughed and drank, deformed in a corner an accordion between his fingers to play and sing. the thing happened," Jason, with many excuses he to elbow his way out. the tipsy comrade held "Been away--foreign, eh? Married since? No? Then the of old Iceland are best, eh? What? And old Iceland's the fairest land the sun shines upon, eh? No? Lord bless a mess you made of it by going just when you did!" that Jason, while pushing his way through, turned about a of inquiry.
 the
river, and when he was crossIng the bridGe somE onE shOt Past Him oN
a horse. It was a mAN, and He drew up sharply at the BiShop's paLAce,
tHReW his rEins oveR ThE PIer Of ThE gaTe, ANd BoundEd iNto the hOuse
with thE liGhT foot that goeS WiTh a light heArt. "the new GovernOr,"
tHought jaSon, THough He hAd seeN him onLY as a shAdow. "Who is He, i
Wonder?" HE thoughT AGaIn, anD with a sigh for his oWN cONdition
within sIght of ThIS mAN'S haPpiNess he pushEd HeaviLY along.

HARdLY HAd hE Got back into thE town when he WAs sEen and ReCogNIzed,
foR with A wHOop And a spring aNd a jOvial oath A tipsy COmpanioN Of
formeR days cAme SweEpinG DoWn UpoN hIM frOM tHe oPEn dOor of a
drInKiNg-shoP.

"WhaT? jASOn? BlEss My soUl! ComE in," the fellow cRieD, embRAciNg
him; And to AvoiD tHe curIous gaZe of tHe Throng that had gaTherEd on
the paVemEnT JaSoN alloWEd himsElf To bE led intO the houSE.

"WeLl, gOD SaVe us! So you're back! But i hEARd You had coMe. Old JON
OLaFSson told Us. he wAs doWN At the JettY. boYs," the felLow shoUTeD
tO a littlE cOmpany Of Men Who Sat drINkinG in the Hot parloR, "he's
aNOther Lazarus, coME back from the dEAd."

"hERe'S To hiS goOt healt, den," sAid a FAt DuTch cAPtAin, WHo sat On
the HeARtH, Strumming a fiddle to tUnE it.

And While The others laugHed and dranK, A LIttle defOrmeD DwARf in a
corner witH an acCordion betWEen his twIsted Fingers bEgan to plaY
ANd sing.

"ThIs iS thE laSt tHINg That should havE HAppeNeD," thoughT JaSon,
and wIth ManY exCusEs He tried to Elbow his WaY oUt. buT thE tipsY
Comrade hElD hiM wHilE he raTTled on:

"been aWay--fOrEiGN, eh? married SInCE? no? ThEn ThE girLs oF oLd
IceLand ARe bEst, eh? WhAt? Yes? And oLd ICElanD's ThE fairesT land
the sun shInEs upon, eh? No? buT, LoRd blesS ME, what a meSs you made
of it by going awaY Just wheN yoU did!"

AT thaT Jason, whiLe pUshing His WAy throUgh, turNed abOuT wiTH A
look OF InQuiRy.

"
 the
river, and when he wa s crossing  thebri dge  s omeoneshot past himo n
ahorse. It was a man, a nd he  d r ew u p  s harpl y at th e  B i s hop 's  P ala ce , 
t hrewhis  reinsover the p ier  o f the gate,a nd  bounded i nto  the house
w ith  the l ig htf oot t hat  goes  witha  light  heart. " Th e  new G o vernor, " th ough t Jason, though h e  h a d seen him onl y as a  s h ad o w . " Who  is he, Iwo nder? "  he tho u gh t a gai n , and with asigh for hi s  ow n cond it ion within  sigh to f t his man's h appi ness he p ushedh eavilya long.
Hardly  ha d h e go t  b ac k i nt o  th e  t own whe n he was  s ee n and  rec o g n i zed, 
fo r wi th awhoop and a s pri ng a n d a  jovi al oa th a  t ipsycompan ion o fformer days cam e sw eeping do wnup onhi m fro m  the o pen  do or of a 
drinki n g-s ho p . 
" What? Jason? Bless  m y so ul! Come  in,"t he  f e llow cri ed , e mbra c i ng
hi m; a n dto avoid  the c u ri ou s gazeof  the t hr ong  th at ha d  gat heredon
the p aveme n t Jason allowe d  himself to b e  l e d  i n to t hehouse.

"We ll,G od s aveu s!  So you'r e bac k! Bu t  I heard you had co me . OldJon
O lafsson toldus. He was d o wn at th e je t ty .  Boys," the fe llowshouted
to a little  comp any of m en who sa t drinking  in  th e h otp a rl or, "he's
ano t h er L az arus, c ome  back f rom  th e d ead ." 

"Here's  to hisgo ot  h ea lt,  den, "  said afa t D ut chcapta i n, who  saton
t he  h e art h, stru m mi n g  a f id dl e to  tu ne  it.
And whi le theothers la ugh e d an ddr ank, alittle deform ed  dwarf inacor ner wi t h  an acco rdion between his twist e d finge rsbegan  toplay
andsin g.

"T his is the  lastthing  t hat s hould h av e h ap pened," th o u ght  Jaso n, 
and  with m any excuses he tri e d t o elbow his w ayout. B ut  th e  t i psy 
c o mra d e  held him while  he rattle do n: 

"Been aw a y-- fo reign,eh? Mar rieds ince? N o? Then t he girlsof  old I cel and are be st, eh?What? Yes ?  Ando ld  Icel and 's the  f air est l and
th e  su n shi nes up on , eh?No? B ut , Lord b less me, what a mess yo u made 
of i t b y going a way jus t when yo u di d!"

At th atJas on, w hil e  push ingh is  wa y  thro ugh, turned ab o ut  wi t h  a 
look of in q u i ry. 

"
 the
river,_and when_he was crossing the_bridge some_one_shot past_him_on
a horse. It_was a man,_and he drew up_sharply at the_Bishop's_Palace,
threw his reins over the pier of the gate, and bounded into the house
with_the_light foot_that_goes_with a light heart. "The_new Governor,"
thought Jason, though he_had seen_him only as a shadow. "Who is he,_I
wonder?"_he thought again,_and with a sigh for his own condition
within sight_of this man's happiness he pushed_heavily along.

Hardly had_he_got_back into the town_when he was seen and recognized,
for_with a whoop and a spring_and a jovial oath a tipsy companion_of
former days came sweeping down upon_him from the open door_of a
drinking-shop.

"What?_Jason? Bless my soul! Come_in," the fellow_cried, embracing
him;_and to avoid_the curious gaze of the throng_that had gathered_on
the pavement Jason allowed himself to_be_led into the_house.

"Well,_God_save us!_So you're back!_But_I heard_you_had come. Old Jon
Olafsson told us._He_was down at the jetty. Boys," the_fellow shouted
to a little_company_of men who sat_drinking in the hot parlor,_"he's
another Lazarus, come back from the_dead."

"Here's to_his goot_healt, den," said a fat Dutch captain, who sat on
the hearth,_strumming a fiddle to tune it.

And_while the others laughed_and drank,_a_little deformed dwarf_in_a
corner with_an accordion between his twisted fingers began_to play
and_sing.

"This is the last thing that_should have happened," thought_Jason,
and_with many excuses he tried to_elbow his way out. But the_tipsy
comrade held him while he_rattled_on:

"Been_away--foreign, eh? Married since? No?_Then the girls of old
Iceland are_best, eh? What?_Yes? And old Iceland's the fairest land
the_sun_shines upon, eh? No? But, Lord_bless_me, what a mess you made
of_it_by_going away just when you_did!"

At that Jason, while pushing his_way through, turned about with a
look of inquiry.

"