Like a scared mouse scuttling along a kitchen wall, the celebrated little U. S. freighter City of Flint hugged the rough Norwegian coast last week as it crept down from Tromsö. The Government of Norway, not the least like a skittish housewife in its presence, detailed the mine layer Olaf Tryggvason and a torpedo boat to watch her. Off a fiord north of Bergen, the German prize crew requested that because of a sick man aboard, it should be allowed to put in at Haugesund, 60 miles south of Bergen and last port...
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