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132 Abcut Norway. It was a relief to turn once more northward from this melancholy drama to the brighter scenes around us, where all nature sparkled and danced with life and gaiety, and seemed to call upon us to re- joice with her in her happy mood. Just twelve hours after this, at 3 a.m. on Monday morning, we crossed the Arctic Circle, and at the same moment passed the Hestmand on the Island of Hestmand, or ‘‘ Horseman’s Island,” taking its name from the huge mountainous cliff which rises out of the sea, and is supposed to resemble a rider on horseback plung- ing through the waters. From one point of view the re- semblance is some- what remarkable, even to the head and cloak of the rider. The scenery now became more wild and grand than ever for a time. High mountains covered with snow, whose numberless peaks were tinged with the rosy light of morn- ing, seemed really tostretch backwards into space, whilst amidst them re- posed the enormous Svartisen glacier, the blue ice and AL fr » * , ~ i] 7 “wt ’ ~ .* : . 5 . . . ; * ~ ' amy .> AY. a. . ‘\ i‘ \ \ * i. ’ , bd , S y \ \ ss a Veo yA ea ° . « \\ , < > As \ » | , ‘ , - 4 7 a ~ / o “ . "4 Fe ; : ° t } “Se . —> = Jo = . —s 7 ; i pe , ; Ol ma = —_ = rf “4 Se . - J es —~ 2 = — 1d We an @ J Fe See i Ley 7 {o> , Aa {GF i { a > g° - “F Cae t =o . P a —. w?P, cy, 4, ff . P Pe SpE = el ST a my tf / " ° Oo bl a » . “ff ~S " 3 ; a / / ~~ we ™ there, reposing to- gether, yet never TORGHATTEN (Portion of Interior ot Tunnel). mingling and defy- : ing the hot rays of the sun. This enormous snowfield is said to be six miles in length, and from two to four in breadth, and covers a mountain plateau 4,000 feet high, whose glaciers stretch almost to the sea-shore. About 11 o’clock on Monday morning we reached Bodo, landed and posted letters. A small, quiet town, of growing importance. This might be seen by the large modern wooden buildings that looked very flourishing, and stood out in magnificent contrast with the small and not very clean-looking huts and cottages forming the older portion. Behind the town stretched long, flat, uninteresting ~ - . = if / - _— Pa . a \ “y /; om 7 ¢ f : PO >@ gy V/ fe — - Ok ie ia — >= Lives "FXG": if ip > INP - / "he - : » Fu -- A, 4 aa cs : PYRE) F AF a a Gomicbooks (E(0) m