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Ink it right to state that, although they did at times grumble at prolonged calms, their grumbling was more than half feigned; while their gratitude for good weather, bright days, not to mention nights, and pleasant scenes, was sincere. But, to return to the point, it was a calm day, and they were doing nothing--that is, nothing worthy of mention. The waters of the fiord were deep and blue and clear, so that, looking over the side of the yacht, they could see very far down in reality--countless fathoms in imagination--into the mysterious abyss. Presently some one cried, "Hullo! look there!" "Hullo! look where?" inquired all the rest. "There, clo