ship, old country, passengers, Denmark, sailing
He stood on the deck and shivered in the raw morning air. It was beginning to get light but the dawn was veiled in a heavy wet fog. There was no rain but the air itself seemed like one big mass of cold wetness. He couldn't see anything at all but he kept standing there, nevertheless.
Mortensen, Enok and Mortensen,, Nanna translator
The Bridge: Vol. 1:
3, Article 12.
Available at: https://scholarsarchive.byu.edu/thebridge/vol1/iss3/12