Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 146 of 400
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Avout Norway. I 33 according to their individual resources, and the intelligence and in- dustry of their owners. Some yield grain, others food for cattle: sheep, cows, and horses; and goats often in abundance. You may see the little creatures skipping about high up on the hill sides, from point to point and from rock to rock, with wonderful agility. To- wards evening, passing along the road, you may hear a boy or girl with a peculiar jodel cry, something like that of the Swiss peasant, but more weird and unfamiliar, collecting the goats or the cows with this simple call, that in the grand and solemn stillness which reigns in these great solitudes, goes floating far up the heights, and brings the ON THE ROAD TO SORUM, scattered cattle together, who come leisurely down, one following another in along, winding string that you may trace for a considerable distance. ‘Then, when they are all landed and milked, some are put away for the night, and some are sent back to pass it upon the mountains. These ‘‘stations” are the farm-houses and their outbuildings, never originally intended for the uses to which they are now partly devoted. With the increase of travellers in Norway, the Government and the people have recognised the greater need of accommodation ; and the stations have gradually developed from the poorest and roughest quarters into something, not luxurious, and still humble and primitive, but clean and decent, and sometimes tolerably comfortable. COMIC OOO CS (CO)