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 . est is, and remains, amere matter of vanity. Love truth more, and victoryless. I look at Eilif Peterssens picture, a Norwegian pineforest, and I am there in spirit. How marvellouslylovely it is there now% in the spring, in the dim, melan-choly stillness that reigns among the stately stems! Ican feel the damp moss in w^iich my foot sinks softly andnoiselessly; the brook, released from the winter bondage,is murmuring through the clefts an
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 . est is, and remains, amere matter of vanity. Love truth more, and victoryless. I look at Eilif Peterssens picture, a Norwegian pineforest, and I am there in spirit. How marvellouslylovely it is there now% in the spring, in the dim, melan-choly stillness that reigns among the stately stems! Ican feel the damp moss in w^iich my foot sinks softly andnoiselessly; the brook, released from the winter bondage,is murmuring through the clefts and among the rocks,with its brownish-yellow water; the air is full of the scentof moss and pine-needles; while overhead, against thelight-blue sky, the dark pine-tops rock to and fro in thespring breeze, ever uttering their murmuring wail, andbeneath their shelter the soul fearlessly expands its wingsand cools itself in the forest dew^ O solemn pine forest, the only confidant of my child-hood, it was from you I learned natures deepest tones—its wildness, its melancholy! You colored my soul for life. Alone—far in the forest—beside the glowing embers. AT THE COMING OF THE SPRING. MARCH, 1894 {From a photograph) THE WINTER NIGHT 427 of my fire on the shore of the silent, murky woodlandtarn, with the gloom of night overhead, how happy I usedto be in the enjoyment of natures harmony! Thursday, March 29th. It is wonderful what achange it makes to have daylight once more in the sa-loon. On turnino^ out for breakfast and seeine the lio-htgleaming in, one feels that it really is morning. We are busy on board. Sails are being made for theboats and hand-sledges. The windmill, too, is to havefresh sails, so that it can go in any kind of weather. Ah,if we could but give the Fravi wings as well! Knivesare being forged, bear-spears which we never have anyuse for, bear-traps in which we never catch a bear, axes,and many other things of like usefulness. For the mo-ment there is a q-reat ma
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