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About Norway. 213 noon, we started for the North Cape; though, alas, with faint hope of any midnight sun. Between Hammerfest and the Cape, the outlines of the coast were grand, and occasionally majestic; the weather was cloudy, but the rain had obligingly ceased. As we approached our journey’s end the wind rose, and the cold grew bitter. The sea, too, became rough, and everyone, except Herr X. and myself, went below. We remained on deck, braving the elements, regardless of the lurches that every now and then unceremoniously sent us spinning from one side of the vessel to the other, chairs and all, as if we had been a couple of barrels. The waves washed against the sides, broke over the decks, and drenched us with spray; but we were sublimely in- eee (cis rid PVT iy il | SS 055 2222a_=_=_=_=_==—=_A=_=_a=_=_h__S==_=—_—=z2zz SSS —— SS SS = : —— = _ SSS Ew | ) ald i | —————— ——$——— ——————— ———— ——————— oe ———————————— SS ———S————— TS ————— — Y = — =— = i —— Ue ‘ he ta PG Se CATHEDRAL CHURCH, TROMSO. different to these small discomforts. Nearing the North Cape, bold Outlines of rocks, one headland after another of rude and savage grandeur, confronted the sea: barren surfaces, as befitted rocks and headlands looking straight towards the North Pole: headlands that marked the commencement of the Arctic regions. Yet, though down in the Christiania fjord the sea freezes intensely in winter, up here at the North Cape it freezes never. Icebergs are unseen here, though some people imagine the contrary, and the mean temperature of the land and water is very even. ‘This is due to the influence of the Gulf Stream. The extremes of cold must be sought further inland and further south. At length, about eleven o’clock at night, the fine, bold headland of the North Cape loomed into view. Very soon we entered the water in front of it, that forms half a bay, and the vessel’ dropped her anchor. It was acold, gloomy night: not a rift pierced the clouds CONNIClOO© SS (©)