human
No knowin’ how long this fog will hang around,
gpt
I’ve known it to last a week,
human
A week! what are you thinkin’ of? It about always lasts a week! I’ve known it to last a month!
gpt
O Jonas! chorused the boys, glad to see any signs of good-nature,
human
Humph! I camped out with a party once, and we never saw the sun after we landed till the day we left, and that was three weeks; for they were hardy fellows, and they said they were bound to stay till that fog cleared out, if it took all the vacation.
gpt
Did they?
human
No, they didn’t. They got enough of it; and when the third week was ended, and the fog was packed down tighter than ever, one of ’em said, ’Come, boys, I’ll give it up. I am completely mildewed now, inside and out. We have eaten and drunk and breathed fog for twenty-one days, and for once I’ve had enough of one thing.’
gpt
Well, Jonas, go on; what did the rest do?
human
Why, they all said ’Amen,’ and packed up as quick as they could, and got into the yacht, and started for the nearest shore. We had to go by the compass, because we’d no idea where the sun was. Part of the way we rowed, and part of the way we drifted, and by-and-by we got ashore. Once in a while I see one of them fellows, and they laugh about it now, and call it a good joke; but they didn’t laugh much then.
gpt
You didn’t neither, I’m sure,
human
You are right there. I felt like I could bite a board-nail, for I had to work around, good weather or bad. No, there was only one fellow that called it funny, after the first two or three days; and that man nearly killed himself laughing about it! That fellow would have found a queer side to his own tombstone. He laughed about the fog, and he laughed at the way the other fellows took it; and he laughed so when he left the island, that the others threatened to throw him overboard. I’ve never seen him but once since, and he began again as soon as he spied me; and he dragged me into a shop and bought me a nice pipe, laughing all the time the shopman was doing it up. ’That was a jolly trip, Jonas!’ says he; and I heard him chuckling after I left him.--But goodness, Freitag, ring that bell! the breakfast will be stone-cold.
gpt
You don’t suppose this will last, said Max Bernard disconsolately.
human
Our tent is dripping now. We’ll all be sick!
gpt
Sick! nonsense! You won’t get cold in a salt fog,
human
It will most likely end in a big storm,