coming, ANNA hastily dries her eyes, tries to smile. CHRIS comes
in and sets the drinks down on the table--stares at her for a
second anxiously--patting her hand.] You look tired, Anna. Veil,
Ay make you take good long rest now. [Picking up his beer.] Come,
you drink vine. It put new life in you. [She lifts her glass--he
grins.] Skoal, Anna! You know dat Svedish word?

ANNA--Skoal! [Downing her port at a gulp like a drink of whiskey--
her lips trembling.] Skoal? Guess I know that word, all right, all
right!

[The Curtain Falls]





Act II


SCENE--Ten days later. The stern of the deeply-laden barge,
"SIMEON WINTHROP," at anchor in the outer harbor of Provincetown,
Mass. It is ten o'clock at night. Dense fog shrouds the barge on
all sides, and she floats motionless on a calm. A lantern set up
on an immense coil of thick hawser sheds a dull, filtering light
on objects near it--the heavy steel bits for making fast the tow
lines, etc. In the rear is the cabin, its misty windows glowing
wanly with the light of a lamp inside. The chimney of the cabin
stove rises a few feet above the roof. The doleful tolling of
bells, on Long Point, on ships at anchor, breaks the silence at