The Argosy — page 152: what you’re looking at

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Under Northern Skies. 137 It was a delightful change to the carriage that waited for us; and we now seemed to bowl along the road more quickly than the train had run upon the lines. We appeared to be in the heart of Sweden ; as remote from civili- sation as the wilds of Australia. Not a house to be seen anywhere ; no sign of life. We were driving through an apparently endless extent of forest—fir trees, and nothing but fir trees. The sensation was inexpressibly delicious. This indeed, was forest life; life of the forest primeval. “‘T am sorry you have to go back so soon,” said T. hospitably, as —— 4 ei iis bin . me an = , a l- f HALMSTAD—HARBOUR AND QUAY. { expressed delight at all this silence and solitude—this endless torest drive. ‘ You have taken a long journey for a very small return.” “Tt is worth it all,” was the only possible answer. ‘‘ This is, indeed, glorious. Your lives must be passed amidst all that is beautiful and anspiring in nature. You ought, every one of you, to be perfect.” Sf dont know,” said T. quaintly.. “It is very well for you, who come from the outer world, glad of rest and change, and con- trast. But if you lived here all the year round, I think you would sometimes have more than enough of it. The solitude would become appalling ; and the grandeur, having grown familiar, would cease to Snarm.” , “That seems impossible. ‘The more you see of this, the more at must be loved.” COMIC OOO <S) (CO)