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About Norway. 135 disciple of Pan go through the airs of Madame Angot/ It was incongruous and out of place. Pan, and the reed, and the Lofodens, all immediately dissolved in a vision of hot London streets, crowded theatres, and unwearying organ-grinders driving one to madness with their inquisitorial horrors. But as we steamed away, with our com- plement of dried fish in the hold, he returned to his quaint Norwegian melody, dismissed us with a pleasant recollection, rising upon his feet as we receded, and blowing more lustily until we were wafted out of hearing. | At 1.30 in the night, we all landed at Kobervaes, one of the stations in the Lofodens, for the pleasure of a midnight walk, and to see the ruins of the place, which had recently been partly burnt Se Hh ab NG 1 Y, : HESTMAND. down. Black and charred remains met our sight. An oil factory had taken fire and spread quickly to tenements too ready to fall a prey to the flames. It must have been a strange, sad sight, to have watched the blaze in this out-of-the-way spot. The flames could only be kept from spreading by knocking down some of the buildings, and making a wide gap between the fire and the rest of the village. That midnight walk in that far-away island left a strange feeling behind it. Night only by courtesy, for here, in the regions of the midnight sun, we had not even twilight. We were steaming amongst the Lofodens all the next day: one of the loveliest, most curious, most interesting days of the whole passage: in and out of sounds and harbours of indescribable beauty, amidst waters dazzlingly trans- parent: sometimes suffocated by the smell of dried fish, and some- times choked by the still worse smell of an oil factory,-where the black smoke poured out of the chimneys in dense volumes, and darkened our beautiful air for the time being. CONNIClOO© SS (SO) I ll I tt ea I lit pe