"Oh, how horrible!" she screamed.
A small rowboat was carried as part of the equipment of the Tartar, but, at best, it could hold only four. However, the boys and girls were saved the necessity of making two trips from the motor boat to shore, for a large launch, the pilot of which scented business, put out to them from the landing wharf, and soon bargained to land them, and bring them off again when they desired to come. Joe would stay aboard the Tartar.
The travelers found Christianstad to be a picturesque town, and in certain parts of it there were many old buildings. The Danish governor was "in residence" then, and affairs were rather more lively than usual.
"What's that queer smell?" asked Cora, as they were on their way to the best hotel in the place, for there they intended making their inquiries.
"Sugar factory," answered Jack. "It's about all the business done here—making sugar."
"How'd you know?" asked Belle.
"Oh, ask Little Willie whenever you want to know anything," laughed
Jack. "Listen, my children!
"St. Croix is twenty-two miles long, and from one to six miles in width. It is inhabited by whites and blacks, the former sugar planters, and the latter un-planters—that is, they gather the sugar cane.
"St. Croix was discovered by Columbus in 1493, and at times the Dutch, British and Spanish owned it. In 1733 Denmark bought it, and has owned it since. The average temperature is—"
"That'll do you!" interrupted Walter. "We can read a guide book as well as you can. Come again, Jack."