In my nervous frame of mind I expected to see the ghost of Hamlet wandering on the legendary castle terrace.
"Sublime madman!" I said, "no doubt you would approve of our expedition.

Perhaps you would keep us company to the centre of the globe, to find the solution of your eternal doubts." But there was no ghostly shape upon the ancient walls.

Indeed, the castle is much younger than the heroic prince of Denmark.

It now answers the purpose of a sumptuous lodge for the doorkeeper of the straits of the Sound, before which every year there pass fifteen thousand ships of all nations.
The castle of Kronsberg soon disappeared in the mist, as well as the tower of Helsingborg, built on the Swedish coast, and the schooner passed lightly on her way urged by the breezes of the Cattegat.
The _Valkyria_ was a splendid sailer, but on a sailing vessel you can place no dependence.

She was taking to Rejkiavik coal, household goods, earthenware, woollen clothing, and a cargo of wheat.