The Argosy . TORGHATTEN (Portion of Interior ol Tunnel). About Norway, 133 fields. The streets were almost deserted j perhaps because it wasmid-day and the people were at their dinners; perhaps because theintense heat and glare were not to be lightly encountered even bythe natives. So when the ships whistle warned us that time was up,we were ready to return. These short landings upon terra firmawere pleasant interludes in the voyage. The sensation of steadyground beneath the feet can only be appreciated by those to whom along spell of sailing has rendered it unfamiliar. Leaving Bodo, we starte
The Argosy . TORGHATTEN (Portion of Interior ol Tunnel). About Norway, 133 fields. The streets were almost deserted j perhaps because it wasmid-day and the people were at their dinners; perhaps because theintense heat and glare were not to be lightly encountered even bythe natives. So when the ships whistle warned us that time was up,we were ready to return. These short landings upon terra firmawere pleasant interludes in the voyage. The sensation of steadyground beneath the feet can only be appreciated by those to whom along spell of sailing has rendered it unfamiliar. Leaving Bodo, we started for the Lofodens, and reached themabout On our way we again passed many porpoises, but. Torghatten (From the West). no one attempted a second time to raise a cry of Whales. Thepassengers, on the contrary, rather passed them over in silence, andlooked the other way, as if it was felt they had been imposing onone another, and making believe, though without the courage ofthe pretty American girl to say so. After all, are we not every oneof us children of a larger growth, making believe all throughlife; laughing most when we are most sad; shutting our skeletonsout of sight, and pretending the closet empty ; putting black forwhite and white for black, sweet for bitter and bitter for sweet; act-ing so well that at last we sometimes come to impose even on our-selves ? But let us turn to realities : those wonderful realities, the Lofo-dens. Here at any rate is neither change nor imposition, nor make 134 About Norway. believe. As I saw them last year, so, readers, you may see themnext. Unchangeable, unchanging. And what a marvellous sightthey were. As we approached they stood out
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