A summer in northern lands; the journal of a trip to Scandinavia . methe sea-wall is then often swept away by thewaves. Sunday, August 3. Cloudy and rainy again today. Aboutnoon we got a distant view of Torghattenand it looked quite like a large hat afloat onthe water, but before we reached the island,it was lost to sight in the fog. One of ourpassengers is a young Dane who speaks Eng-lish, such as is learned from *First Lessonsin the English Language. He can ask anumber of questions, but does not readilyunderstand the answer. To-day he told mehe did not understand my English very well,because
A summer in northern lands; the journal of a trip to Scandinavia . methe sea-wall is then often swept away by thewaves. Sunday, August 3. Cloudy and rainy again today. Aboutnoon we got a distant view of Torghattenand it looked quite like a large hat afloat onthe water, but before we reached the island,it was lost to sight in the fog. One of ourpassengers is a young Dane who speaks Eng-lish, such as is learned from *First Lessonsin the English Language. He can ask anumber of questions, but does not readilyunderstand the answer. To-day he told mehe did not understand my English very well,because I spoke with an American that gives me something to think about. Monday, August 4. The sea was very rough last night andour little ship was tossed about in a fearfulmanner. Several times during the night Iwas awakened by a crash of crockery in thepantry, near by. As soon as it was lightenough to see, I got up and looked out ofthe port-hole and the waves were indeed won-derful. They must have been fifteen feethigh and as they dashed against the rocks. i A SUMMER IN NORTHERN LANDS 69 a great column of spray would fly up in theair. By breakfast time we were back in theshelter of the Skjaergaard. About the mid-dle of the afternoon we landed on the Bra-toren pier, Trondhjem, and now are backin our old rooms at the Britannia getting settled and glancing throughthe large bundle of letters that has beenawaiting my return, I went over to ThomasBennett & Sons and asked them to preparefor us an itinerary of a trip through thefjords to the south, only naming a few placeswe would like especially to see. Then Iwalked up to Kristiansten, the old, castel-lated fort on the hill back of the town. Itis a primitive, rude affair, but, no doubt, hasbori^ the brunt of many a fierce attack In thestirring times that are recorded in Trond-hjem*s Saga. Tuesday, August 5. It rained hard last night and there havebeen several showers this morning. Wespent the time walking about the s
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