A summer in northern lands; the journal of a trip to Scandinavia . orways undoing. 34 A SUMMER IN NORTHERN LANDS They scathe, they ravage wherever theylight, Or truth or justice unheeding;They spare not the old for his locks so white, Nor the widow for her pleading. They slew the babe on his mothers he smiled so sweet on his foeman: But the cry of woe was the war the shriek was the warriors omen. And all of Lesso, and Vog, and Lom,With axes full sharp on their shoulders. To Bredeboyd in a swarm are fight with the Scottish soldiers. The first shot hit the fierce Sinclai
A summer in northern lands; the journal of a trip to Scandinavia . orways undoing. 34 A SUMMER IN NORTHERN LANDS They scathe, they ravage wherever theylight, Or truth or justice unheeding;They spare not the old for his locks so white, Nor the widow for her pleading. They slew the babe on his mothers he smiled so sweet on his foeman: But the cry of woe was the war the shriek was the warriors omen. And all of Lesso, and Vog, and Lom,With axes full sharp on their shoulders. To Bredeboyd in a swarm are fight with the Scottish soldiers. The first shot hit the fierce Sinclair right, ^^He fell with a groan full grievous; The Scotts beheld their bold leaders plight,Then cried they; *Saint Andrew, receiveusl At the station we were met by the manager-ess and porter of the Bjorkheim Hotel, wholpolitely escorted us to the house, where wewere shown our rooms, which, , were clean and comfortable. After!supper we took a walk up along the banksof the Otta, a broad, brawling stream thathere empties into the Lougen from the At Stueflaaten A SUMMER IN NORTHERN LANDS 35 Maud and Marian counted twenty-five vari-eties of flowers during our walk. Tomorrowwe continue our journey to the Romsdal byautomobile. Tuesday, July 15. Last night at ten oclock, when I went tobed, it was still light enough to read a news-paper and this morning, when I awoke, it wasbroad daylight. On looking at my watch Ifound that it was just four oclock. As theonly sound to be heard was the gurgling ofthe river, I rolled over and went to sleep fora couple of hours. After an early breakfastwe started on our trip to Aandalsnaes. Justout of town we passed the Daanofos, (Thun-derfall). Close by there is an extensive es-tablishment for the manufacturing of tomb-stones and the slate from which they aremade is so plentiful that slabs of it are usedto fence in the yard of a nearby church. Soonthe river becomes a torrent and the valley,quite Alpine in appearance. Farms cease andon
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