Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 299 of 400
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282 ABOUT NORWAY. By CHARLES W. Woop, AUTHOR OF “THROUGH HOLLAND.” ; Hii ny Va a ih ORWAY WLM Nig Wp Y! Pian, Ma Mi gd 2 may cer- | 3 tainly be described as a very irregular Beers 2’ Not, let ! TH 6s WY us hasten to add, weed tis ya Asati tit | in the matter of } vn ie t ee h ie UNOE | its morals, which A Wetay,! b = 105i es : i) le WN) Wey. SK | I believe are un- ed a r yi a og a ‘\WEW\| in its physical ae pee ge ia vine \\ oe a aspect. Long faa ty a i id Aa or ie ie FN xi | re eae —— TS Ay Bigs ee of flat, : | level roads are almost unknown ; and the great up- heavals of Nature, == which we call =~ ~~~" J mountains, are well nigh as diver- sified in outline at their base as at their summit. The roads undulate; now in gentle lines which seem to serve no other purpose than to give the horse an excuse for crawling, and of which he makes the most— now suddenly rising in steep ascents which require both fortitude and perseverance to scale. The reader will remember that we parted from Mr. and Miss B. at the foot of the Baegna Bridge: that after handshakes increased and multiplied on the part of Mr. B., who alighted from his Py Ya > SS = BETWEEN TUNE AND SKOGSTAD. carriole, and danced a species of war dance in the road, as he capered from one carriole to another, showering down upon us the while all kinds of good wishes for our future happiness and prosperity in Norway: and handwaves and kindly glances from his sister: the angle of the road at length took them from our sight, and we saw them no more. | We now began the ascent of a winding mountain path, steep and long—the ascent of the Jukamsklev. The road had been cleared out of the mountain in zigzags, and the scenery as we went upwards was of untold beauty. We obtained grand views of the rushing torrent, and as we mounted high and higher, our gaze seemed carried into precipitous depths. Not far from here is the church CORNIELOO KS, (E0o)