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In fright forgets River and Carlsson, who were aft, to jump into the boat, while Norman and Rundqvist escaped, and they were standing on the edge of the ice. The coffin was badly nailed, was filled with water and sank before anyone got his senses to think about other than himself.
– Now we go to the parsonage at once! commanded the river, which today was more energetic than light capable.
Carlson objected, but the question Tim, if he thought it was better to remain on the ice all night, he had no objection, whatsoever he saw that all hope of reaching the islet was out.
Rundqvist and Norman scrambled ashore, however, screamed and shouted to his comrades to come by, but the river responded only to wave his hand in farewell and pointed south in the bay, where the parsonage lay.
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