The Argosy . Finmark, that portion of Lapland thatbelongs to Norway. It is the seat of the bishop, and boasts acathedral ? a small, unpretending building, built of wood. A youngNorwegian who, with his wife, had accompanied us from Throndhjem,landed here, to be ordained the following day by the bishop, and todevote himself to a missionarys life amongst the Lapps. This About Norway. 209 indeed was courage and self-sacrifice; the pleasures, luxuries, andbare comforts of life all resigned; for the sake of labouring amidst arace with whom one could have nothing in common, were it not forthe one com
The Argosy . Finmark, that portion of Lapland thatbelongs to Norway. It is the seat of the bishop, and boasts acathedral ? a small, unpretending building, built of wood. A youngNorwegian who, with his wife, had accompanied us from Throndhjem,landed here, to be ordained the following day by the bishop, and todevote himself to a missionarys life amongst the Lapps. This About Norway. 209 indeed was courage and self-sacrifice; the pleasures, luxuries, andbare comforts of life all resigned; for the sake of labouring amidst arace with whom one could have nothing in common, were it not forthe one common bond of death, and the awakening of the soul tothe life beyond. After our short English service on board on theSunday a small collection had been made for the good of his cause,and when the little box was handed to him, he replied in gratefultones : You English are so loving ! Leaving the Lapp family to lose their appetite and recover theirgood humour, we proceeded to reconnoitre the streets of Sledging. Some of them looked green and lively, the mountain ash and wildcherry tree planted on either side, like a boulevard. Passing by thecathedral, where next day the ordination would take place, we wentup a long, white, dusty road, and turning into a small plantation ofbirch trees, reached a pavilion, whence we obtained a splendid viewof the surrounding neighbourhood. The bright, sparkling water laysleeping in the broad sunshine, land-locked by the hills, whosegraceful outlines undulated against a background of sky. In theharbour were boats of many countries, if one might judge by theflags that fluttered in the breeze, and enlivened the scene not a picturesque of all, out in the middle of the water, our littlesteamer, the Michael Krohn, was unloading cargo on the one sideand taking it in on the other. The town lay below us, and we lookedvol. xxx. p 210 About Norway. down upon blue and red roofs, and white and yellow wooden ^y again on the one hand str
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