The Argosy . morepleased with the Spirillen, a lake of much smaller extent. Someallowance, perhaps, must be made for the twenty-one hours journeyof the previous day, and a comparatively sleepless night, which wouldknock out of most people, for the time being, a little of theirenthusiasm for the Beautiful. We landed at the Randsfjord station, where most people tooktrain for Christiania. We preferred our carrioles, and the road,taking the splendid district of the Ringeriget, and were more than 460 About Noj 1 repaid for our extra trouble—if that can be called trouble whichaffords at once the hig
The Argosy . morepleased with the Spirillen, a lake of much smaller extent. Someallowance, perhaps, must be made for the twenty-one hours journeyof the previous day, and a comparatively sleepless night, which wouldknock out of most people, for the time being, a little of theirenthusiasm for the Beautiful. We landed at the Randsfjord station, where most people tooktrain for Christiania. We preferred our carrioles, and the road,taking the splendid district of the Ringeriget, and were more than 460 About Noj 1 repaid for our extra trouble—if that can be called trouble whichaffords at once the highest pleasure and delight. From Randsfjord to Honefos, the drive lay in part through a greatwood. The trees overhead plunged us into delicious shade. Therough, often steep, road, sometimes threatened to turn us overaltogether. Wild flowers and fruit grew in abundance. Again theoak fern, so common in the forests of Norway, charmed the eye,with its fresh, pure green ; bilberries, larger and more luscious than. On the Sugnefjord. any ever seen in England, waited to be gathered in reckless profu-sion. Flaming scarlet leaves of some unknown plant, enlivened theforest-carpet, and the sun chequered- our path with long lights andshadows. It was fairyland ; and had the little people suddenlymade themselves visible, reclining upon the oak fern, or feastingupon the bilberries, we might have wondered more, perhaps, but nothave been more enchanted. The forest passed away, and we launched out upon quite an Englishscene. Narrow, picturesque lanes; broad plains, animated by genuinefarm-houses with their rich stores; fields of grain, where men andwomen were reaping. Through the fertile plain a silvery river ran its About Norway. 461 course to the sea, probably having already gone through the torrentfever phases before reaching the calm tenour of its present life. Allthis passed away, and we found ourselves at Honefos: so rich inits marvellous rushing torrents and waterfalls : such a sheet of
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