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Bergen Fjord, many friends accompanying us. It was 

 a lovely, never-to-be-forgotten summer day. In Herlo 

 Fjord, right out by the skerries, they parted from us, amid 

 wavings of hats and pocket-handkerchiefs ; we could see 

 the little harbour boat for a long while with its black 

 cloud of smoke on the sparkling surface of the water. 

 Outside, the sea rolled in the hazy sunlight ; and within 

 lay the flat Mangerlancl full of memories for me of 

 zoological investigations in fair weather and foul, years 

 and years ago. Here it was that one of Norway's most 

 famous naturalists, a lonely pastor far removed from the 

 outer world, made his great discoveries. Here I myself 

 first groped my way along the narrow path of zoological 

 research. 



It was a wondrous evening. The lingering flush of 

 vanished day suffused the northern sky, while the 

 moon hun lar^e and round over the mountains behind 



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us. Ahead lay Alden and Kinn, like a fairyland rising 

 up from the sea. Tired as I was, I could not seek 

 my berth ; I must drink in all this loveliness in 

 deep refreshing draughts. It was like balm to the 

 soul after all the turmoil and friction with crowds of 

 strangers. 



So we went on our way, mostly in fair weather, occa- 

 sionally in fog and rain, through sounds and between 

 islands, northwards along the coast of Norway. A 

 glorious land I wonder if another fairway like this is 

 to be found the whole world over ? Those never-to-be- 





