“I didn’t know but you might have seen the chart,” added Scott, gravely.
“There’s a town!” exclaimed the enthusiastic Laybold, as the progress of the ship opened a channel, at the head of which was a village, with a church.
“I see; that’s Bossenboggenberg,” said Scott.
“O, is it? Is that a river?”
“Not at all. That’s only a channel, called the Hoppenboggen, which extends around the Island of Toppenboggen. That channel is navigable for small vessels.”
“Where did you learn all those names?” demanded Laybold, amazed at the astonishing words which his companion rolled off so glibly.
“My father had to send me to sea to keep me from learning too much. My hair all fell off, and the schoolmasters were afraid of me.”
“There’s another town ahead on the port hand,” said Laybold, a little later.
“That is Aggerhousenboggen, I think. Let me see; here’s Cape Tingumboggen, and that must be the opening to the Stoppenboggen Fjord. Yes, that must be Aggerhousenboggen.”
“Where did you learn to pronounce Norwegian so well, Scott?”