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129 NUP Nin beh NY SKLES. By CHARLES W. Woop, F.R.G.S., AuTHOR oF ‘‘ THROUGH HOLLAND,” &C. STILL unclouded sky, and a i eo) all the freshness and beauty SE Ses hey ate Pures, Of early morning, made of Mar- \ NT alii: Uae strand a wonderfully out-of-the- Be ENG i aN EN / world and lovely picture. vty emmy 3 Over the way on Cow Island the flag was flying above the long white house, and its owner having come in for a week’s residence, no doubt it would be seen flying for many days to come. The harbour looked brighter than ever. Its water sparkled in the sunshine, and 2 - * ~ D ry > 4 pe 4 ‘| i | mt a iis SAU white sailed boats flitted to and 25 ES > We spent most of that morning SS a SSS ee — Oo the ramparts, gazing upwards “aiy Se <a and outwards from our coign of OLD GATEWAY, HALMSTAD. vantage. Islands far and near, rising from the waters, looked the very emblem of repose. All the surrounding sea shimmered in the sunshine, until one grew dazzled with the ceaseless flashing. Not least refreshing was the greensward on which we lounged and com- manded this little world. White houses with their red roofs came out in picturesque contrast, and reminded one vividly of a Norwegian landscape. We might have been journeying to the North Cape, touching at one or other of the countless settlements at which the boat calls on her way: small islands in the sea or settlements on the mainland; a constant cruising in and out of rocks and land and water; an ever varying scene of simple and primitive life, which gives to this voyage a charm and a variety possessed by few others. But we were not in Norway. E. would not have admitted it for a moment. Swedes and Norwegians—each to his own. We were not even in Sweden, but in an island of the Cattegat, belonging thereto. And lying idly on the cool greensward of the fortifications, the dignified castle giving a romantic interest to the scene: lying under the broad hot sunshine, life and air and a profound calm absorbed with every breath indrawn: we confessed that it would COMIC OOO SS Go