Pulp Fiction, 1865 · page 388 of 400
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About Norway. 369 long, toilsome climb, which lasted until seven o’clock at night. I had never yet gone through anything of the kind on horseback: I am not sure that I should care to attempt it again. Without ever encountering actual danger—thanks to the sure-footedness of the horse—we were often in what appeared such imminent peril, that more than once I regretted the adventure and devoutly wished myself back again. For the pedestrians there was not even an appearance of risk, beyond the possibility of stones loosening from the heights and rolling down upon them. From the very beginning I noticed how wonderfully the horse piloted himself over the rough places and through impossible diffi- Ses S13 : 5 SSS Ph IN MH Wi He Py) a > ea er BES a A nt — S af = aN = a Ss itl bie 1 aioe a ij Ma Gy ¢ fi Ve, YN EF IX. Z fa AS y Wy Lie of oe £ Py /ied BI ilte/ ff, Ud, 4 ea rh V9 1A : f BE; ) 4 i {if 4 ity “A 2 ‘4 £P} pe z . 4 \ f Way . Meee < ,; / Ak Ay WEA i a 3 Beit Ne Y WAN AT Ane Ay Ns (AIRS == LL AY UML G gf: SSE NS LM GINEe . SSA SENS a NSS - i Los eg AYE RaSh ~ 8S = as Si. ~ ~ ~ +> R TQS VAY, = 7 . Se SSS SS RSS * ~~ ‘oye > Py Tess = =i. ~ ’ ed \ — “ , / a< = ~ al — SZ, ——= Ul lage ‘“ SPs MS SSS <W- ~= SS SLoalas ———— ——<———_— ————_ ON THE ROAD TO VETTI, culties; exercising a skill and discrimination far greater than that of his rider. At length I gave it up to him, and allowed him to take his own course. ‘The sagacity of the animal was marvellous; the manner in which he would pause a moment at a troublesome spot, seem to pick out his way mentally, and then, boldly taking it, never hesitate until it was over. Jens was dressed in mountain costume: a short brown jacket, breeches coming down to his knees, dark ribbed stockings, and boots thick and heavy. He carried a thick stick, spiked, and wore a low felt hat, broad and picturesque. Over his arm he had thrown a macintosh, an apparently useless encumbrance this sunny day; but Jens was wiser than we were, and knew more about his own climate; and presently, when he got tired of his burden, the horse relieved him of it. WoL, XXIX. BB GOI @ LOOKS (EO)