Hong, Edna Hatlestad, 1913- / Muskego boy
Chapter 4: Two months on a sailboat, pp. -30
grabbed his hands and whirled him around so fast his pointed red cap flew over the railing into the ocean. "Per! Per!" screamed Mikkel. "Look! A fish is going after your cap!" Sure enough, a great fish shot straight for Per's red cap, but when it saw it wasn't meat scraps from the cook's kitchen, it turned up its nose and swam lazily away. June went, and July came-and still Bestemor would not get up. "Do come on deck today," Far said time and time again. "The sea is like glass, and you need fresh air. Come for an hour, at least, and get away from the smell of rotting cheese down here." But Bestemor would not come. Even when Mikkel rushed down to tell her they were in sight of Newfoundland she would not come. It wasn't until the day before they landed, exactly two months after they set sail from Drammen, that Mikkel heard something which he thought would really make Bestemor happy. He heard two men talking about it on deck, and it was such good news he was sure Bestemor would get right up and come see this beautiful America. "Bestemor ! Bestemor !" he cried, crawling into the bunk and shaking her thin shoulder. "Bestemor, we won't be heathen after all! Herr Clausen, the schoolmaster from Denmark, maybe will come along and teach the Norwe- gian boys and girls in America the catechism. Did you hear, Bestenror? Aren't you glad, Bestemor? Won't you get up now?" Bestemor reached out a weak, trembling hand and stroked Mikkel's rosy cheek. "Mikkel! Mikkel !" she whispered, "you are a good boy. I know there are many who will forget God in America, but not you, Mikkel. Not you !"
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