Farthest north; being the record of a voyage of exploration of the ship "Fram" 1893-96, and of a fifteen months' sleigh journey by DrNansen and LieutJohansen . ur industries, the firm Nansen & Amund-sen having established a music-factory. The cardboardplates of the organ had suffered greatly from wear anddamp, so that we had been deplorably short of music dur-ing the winter. But yesterday I set to work in earnestto manufacture a plate of zinc. It answers admirably,and now we shall go ahead with music sacred and pro-fane, especially waltzes, and these halls shall once moreresound with the peali
Farthest north; being the record of a voyage of exploration of the ship "Fram" 1893-96, and of a fifteen months' sleigh journey by DrNansen and LieutJohansen . ur industries, the firm Nansen & Amund-sen having established a music-factory. The cardboardplates of the organ had suffered greatly from wear anddamp, so that we had been deplorably short of music dur-ing the winter. But yesterday I set to work in earnestto manufacture a plate of zinc. It answers admirably,and now we shall go ahead with music sacred and pro-fane, especially waltzes, and these halls shall once moreresound with the pealing tones of the organ, to our greatcomfort and edification. When a waltz is struck up itbreathes fresh life into many of the inmates of the Frani. I complain of the wearing monotony of our sur-roundings; but in reality I am unjust. The last fewdays, dazzling sunshine over the snow-hills ; to-day, snow-storm and wind, the Frain enveloped in a whirl of foam-ing white snow. Soon the sun appears again, and thewaste around gleams as before. Here, too, there is sentiment in nature. How often,when least thinking of it, do I find myself pause, spell- C/D 4-. THE WINTER NIGHT 431 bound by the marvellous hues which evening ice-hills steeped in bluish-violet shadows, againstthe orange - tinted sky, illumined by the glow of thesetting sun, form as it were a strange color-poem,imprinting an ineffaceable picture on the soul. Andthese bright, dream-like nights, how many associationsthey have for us Northmen! One pictures to ones selfthose mornings in spring when one went out into theforest after blackcock, under the dim stars, and with thepale crescent moon peering over the tree-tops. Dawn,with its glowing hues up here in the north, is the breakingof a spring day over the forest wilds at home; the hazyblue vapor beneath the morning glow turns to the freshearly mist over the marshes; the dark low clouds on abackground of dim red seem like distant ranges of hills. Daylight here, with
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