came to me
mesmerically. He seemed like one who glowed all over with bright and
happy thoughts, which permeated all around him with a new
intelligence. His presence shed a light upon others like the rays that
beamed from the eyes of "Little Sunshine." The book was found at last,
and when he had written his name in it, with a friendly inscription,
and pressed both my hands on the gift, and patted me once more on the
shoulder, and promised to call at Frankfort on his return from
Switzerland to see his little friends who knew all about the "Ugly
Duck" and the "Little Match Girl," I took my leave, more delighted, if
possible, with the author than I had ever before been with his books.
Such a man, the brightest, happiest, simplest, most genial of human
beings, is Hans Christian Andersen.

The steamer _Arcturus_ was advertised to sail for Reykjavik on the 4th
of June, so it behooved me to be laying in some sort of an outfit for
the voyage during the few days that intervened. A knapsack, containing
a change of linen and my sketching materials, was all I possessed.
This would have been sufficient but for the probability of rain and
cold weather. I wanted a sailor's monkey-jacket and an overall. My
friend Captain Sodring would not hear of my buying any thing in that
way. He had enough on hand from his old whaling voyages, he said, to
fit out a dozen men of my pattern. Just come up to the house and take
a look at them, and if there wasn't too much oil on them, I was
welcome to the whole lot; but the oil, he thought, would be an
advantage--it would keep out the water. In vain I protested--it was no
use--the captain was an old whaler, and so was I, and when two old
whalers met, it was a pity if they couldn't act like shipmates on the
voyage of life. There was no resisting this appeal, so I agreed to
accept the old clothes. When we arrived at the captain's house he
disappeared in the garret, but presently returned bearing a terrific
pile of rubbish on his shoulders, and accompanied by a stout
servant-girl also heavily laden with marine curiosities. There were
sou'westers, and tarpaulins, and skull-caps; frieze jackets, and
overalls, and hickory shirts; tarpaulin coats, and heavy sea-boots,
and duck blouses with old bunches of oakum sticking out of the
pockets; there were coils of rope-yarn well tarred, and jack-knives in
leather cases, still black with whale-gurry: and a few telescopes and
log-glasses. "Take 'em all," said the cap