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Prot: Bolle av steintøy med bilde av to småjenter i bunnen innvendig, og vilde av stor tremaster utvendig. Innskr: "The sailor tost in stormy seas. Though far his bark may roam, still hears the voice in every breeze, That wakens thoughts of home. He thinks upon his distant friends, his wife his humble [.]ot; And from his inmost heart ascends The prayer forget me not."
Photo: Telemark Museum
Prot: Bolle av steintøy med bilde av to småjenter i bunnen innvendig, og vilde av stor tremaster utvendig. Innskr: "The sailor tost in stormy seas. Though far his bark may roam, still hears the voice in every breeze, That wakens thoughts of home. He thinks upon his distant friends, his wife his humble [.]ot; And from his inmost heart ascends The prayer forget me not."
Photo: Telemark Museum
Prot: Bolle av steintøy med bilde av to småjenter i bunnen innvendig, og vilde av stor tremaster utvendig. Innskr: "The sailor tost in stormy seas. Though far his bark may roam, still hears the voice in every breeze, That wakens thoughts of home. He thinks upon his distant friends, his wife his humble [.]ot; And from his inmost heart ascends The prayer forget me not."
Photo: Telemark Museum
Prot: Bolle av steintøy med bilde av to småjenter i bunnen innvendig, og vilde av stor tremaster utvendig. Innskr: "The sailor tost in stormy seas. Though far his bark may roam, still hears the voice in every breeze, That wakens thoughts of home. He thinks upon his distant friends, his wife his humble [.]ot; And from his inmost heart ascends The prayer forget me not."
Photo: Telemark Museum
Prot: Bolle av steintøy med bilde av to småjenter i bunnen innvendig, og vilde av stor tremaster utvendig. Innskr: "The sailor tost in stormy seas. Though far his bark may roam, still hears the voice in every breeze, That wakens thoughts of home. He thinks upon his distant friends, his wife his humble [.]ot; And from his inmost heart ascends The prayer forget me not."
Photo: Telemark Museum
Prot: Bolle av steintøy med bilde av to småjenter i bunnen innvendig, og vilde av stor tremaster utvendig. Innskr: "The sailor tost in stormy seas. Though far his bark may roam, still hears the voice in every breeze, That wakens thoughts of home. He thinks upon his distant friends, his wife his humble [.]ot; And from his inmost heart ascends The prayer forget me not."
Photo: Telemark Museum
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