The Days of a Man l883 



time in North Dakota, but in a _ WUIUiy or ncn 

 farms he couldn t thrive - - "J fg konnte ikke trives 

 der - and so returned to his birthplace. In the 

 little school I was much pleased to hear the children 

 sing the various national songs of Norway some 

 of which rank with the finest and most spirited of 

 any race. Among them were Bjornson's 



Ja vi elsker dette Landet 

 and G. C. Wolff's 



tfvor herligt er mit Fodeland 

 Det havomkranste gamle Norge! 



Along the Norwegian fjords each farm stands at 

 the head or foot of a lake, while nowhere on the road 

 does one get away from the sound of waterfalls, 

 [he Skjaeggedalsfos, plunging directly into a moun- 

 tain lake, and the wild Rjukanfos into a deep abyss 



No^a/s WCre V m St remarkable of these cataracts I say 

 varans rf > because my friend, Conrad Mohr of Benren 

 formerly owner of Skjaeggedal, tells me that all of 

 the high falls - - the Voringfos alone excepted - 

 have been taken up and scenically ruined by Ger- 

 man electric-power companies. 



In 1883 also, returning from Italy, a few of us 

 spent a week among the picturesque extinct vol- 

 canoes of Auvergnc in the heart of France. At the 

 own of Issoire (Iciodorum of the ancient Romans) 

 1 passed an afternoon watching the operations of 



\ 1>H i?T ld u thC dty Walk B y the S ate ^ood 

 little shed where two or three soldiers in red 



coats with blue facings protected the industries of 

 the town. Wheelbarrow loads of turnips, baskets of 

 onions or artichokes, eggs, sheep, chickens - all 

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