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The Argosy . if it isnot cured by a return to his beloved mountains. Difficult as thecaptains task was, he performed it well, and from first to last wasuniformly considerate, amiable, and polite. The same must be said About Norway. 49 of the other officers of the ship. We embarked from Bergen, butmost of the passengers joined at Throndhjem. Steering to the right after getting clear of Bergen, we were soonamongst the islands that dot and decorate these waters, and passedthe entrance to the Sognefjord. Our first call was at Floroen, asmall island of some importance, containing nearly five hundre
The Argosy . if it isnot cured by a return to his beloved mountains. Difficult as thecaptains task was, he performed it well, and from first to last wasuniformly considerate, amiable, and polite. The same must be said About Norway. 49 of the other officers of the ship. We embarked from Bergen, butmost of the passengers joined at Throndhjem. Steering to the right after getting clear of Bergen, we were soonamongst the islands that dot and decorate these waters, and passedthe entrance to the Sognefjord. Our first call was at Floroen, asmall island of some importance, containing nearly five hundredinhabitants—its chief trade a herring fishery. Beyond, to the west,on a rock jutting sharply out of the sea, was perched a lighthouse,and so rough is the water at times that the keepers for days togethercan hold no communication with the island that is but a few yardsdistant. It was far otherwise to-day. The sun was throwing his hot beamsupon a glassy sea; the golden haze in the distance did not lift, and. Throndhjem. near at hand the island and the lighthouse formed a picture of quietsolitary repose. Where the five hundred people had bestowed them-selves was a mystery: not five were visible. To our right, as wewent on and on, the land for ever stretched away: to our left, greatrocks and cliffs, towering bulwarks, perpendicular walls of granite,rose to immense heights. The mainland sloped upwards, now greenand dotted with hamlets, now presenting a barren, rocky surface, withscarcely a patch of lichen to vary its dull monotony. In the after-noon we passed Hornelen, the highest rock in Norway, a giganticwall, of great breadth, rising some 2,500 feet out of the captain stopped the vessel and blew a shrill blast upon thewhistle, and the echo was countlessly repeated from point to point,from crag and hollow, in a marvellous way, flitting about in all partsat once, like a phantom Will-o-the-wisp. Then, shooting across arapid, to the entrance of the beautiful little Nordf
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