A summer in northern lands; the journal of a trip to Scandinavia . iendsin the bunch, they did not interest me. Iforgot to look for books, but suppose thereare a few hidden away somewhere in thebuilding. The earlier half of the afternoonwas spent hunting for a laundry bag, which>when found, was of goodly size, somewhatafter the style of a mail pouch, brass trimmedand with a padlock. Then, a search wasmade for a carrying case, that would fitMarians Kodak. Never before had I real-ized that there were so many varieties ofKodaks. Half a dozen places where they hadcases for sale were visited, bu
A summer in northern lands; the journal of a trip to Scandinavia . iendsin the bunch, they did not interest me. Iforgot to look for books, but suppose thereare a few hidden away somewhere in thebuilding. The earlier half of the afternoonwas spent hunting for a laundry bag, which>when found, was of goodly size, somewhatafter the style of a mail pouch, brass trimmedand with a padlock. Then, a search wasmade for a carrying case, that would fitMarians Kodak. Never before had I real-ized that there were so many varieties ofKodaks. Half a dozen places where they hadcases for sale were visited, but none from allthe various stocks would fit that camera and,finally, a trip down to the Eastman KodakGos warehouse had to be made, to get whatwas wanted. It took so long that when Igot back, my family accused me of going ona lark by myself. .:; Tuesday, June 24. At ten oclock this morning we took anauto for the Forty-fifth Street dock in Brook-lyn, from which inconvenient point oursteamer, the Kristlaniafjord sails. Passingdown through the crowded streets of New. A SUMMER IN NORTHERN LANDS 5 York to the Battery, we boarded the Thirty-ninth Street Ferry, which landed us withinsight of our steamer, but the auto had to goaround several blocks of warehouses beforewe reached the pier, down which our chauf-feur raced his car, much to our alarm, untilwe came opposite the gangway that led to thesteamers deck. However, it was only afterwe had dismissed the auto that our troublesreally began. Our hand luggage, which wehad brought with us, was turned over to thestewards of the steamer and quickly dis-appeared; but before they would allow us tofollow it aboard, our tickets had to be au-dited at a small office near the pier-head,where there was a dense crowd of peoplewaiting. After passing through that ordeal,it was necessary to hunt up our trunks, which,although they had been checked through tothe dock, labeled with our names and thenumbers of our cabins, could not, it seemed,be put aboard
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