CONTENTS OF VOL. I.
| CHAPTER | PAGE | |
| I. | [A SULLEN DAY ] | 1 |
| II. | [A NIGHT OF STORM ] | 27 |
| III. | [IN THE LIFEBOAT ] | 54 |
| IV. | [HELGA NIELSEN ] | 82 |
| V. | [DAWN ] | 107 |
| VI. | [CAPTAIN NIELSEN ] | 136 |
| VII. | [THE RAFT ] | 162 |
| VIII. | [ADRIFT ] | 188 |
| IX. | [RESCUED ] | 215 |
MY DANISH SWEETHEART.
CHAPTER I.
A SULLEN DAY.
On the morning of October 21, in a year that one need not count very far back to arrive at, I was awakened from a light sleep into which I had fallen after a somewhat restless night by a sound as of thunder some little distance off, and on going to my bedroom window to take a view of the weather I beheld so wild and forbidding a prospect of sea and sky that the like of it is not to be imagined.
The heavens were a dark, stooping, universal mass of vapour—swollen, moist, of a complexion rendered malignant beyond belief by a sort of greenish colour that lay upon the face of it. It was tufted here and there into the true aspect of the electric tempest; in other parts, it was of a sulky, foggy thickness; and as it went down to the sea-line it wore, in numerous places, a plentiful dark shading that caused the clouds upon which this darkness rested to look as though their heavy burthen of thunder was weighing their overcharged breasts down to the very sip of the salt.
A small swell was rolling in betwixt the two horns of cliff which framed the wide bight of bay that I was overlooking. The water was very dark and ugly with its reflection of the greenish, sallowish atmosphere that tinged its noiseless, sliding volumes. Yet spite of the shrouding shadow of storm all about, the horizon lay a clear line, spanning the yawn of ocean and heaven betwixt the foreland points.