Hanssen drove one sledge alone; Wisting and Hassel the other.
The last I saw as we returned through the doorway was Hassel surrounded by a halo of sawdust.
Now the truth was, he and Mr. Hassel had quarrelled long ago, about some land that Mr. Hassel had sold him.
The whip-lashes were made by Hassel, in the course of the winter, on the Eskimo model.
Hassel, Wisting, Bjaaland, and Stubberud came down to see us off.
