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mouldy cigars for six months afterwards. Going eight 

 or nine knots an hour, we did not make much of the 

 distance between Scotland and Norway. On the after- 

 noon of Saturday, July 9, the wind dropped, and at the 

 same time the lookout reported land in sight. This 

 was Siggen on Bommelo. In the course of the night 

 we came under the coast, and on Sunday morning, 

 July 10, we ran into Sselbjornsfjord. We had no de- 

 tailed chart of this inlet, but after making a great noise 

 with our powerful air-siren, w r e at last roused the inmates 

 of the pilot-station, and a pilot came aboard. He showed 

 visible signs of surprise when he found out, by reading 

 the name on the ship's side, that it was the Fram he 

 had before him. ' Lord, I thought you were a 

 Russian!' he exclaimed. This supposition was pre- 

 sumably intended to serve as a sort of excuse for his 

 small hurry in coming on board. 



It was a lovely trip through the fjords to Bergen, 

 as warm and pleasant in here as it had been bitter and 

 cold outside. We had a dead calm all day, and with 

 the four knots an hour, which was all the motor could 

 manage, it was late in the evening when we anchored 

 off the naval dockyard in Solheimsvik. Our stay in 

 Bergen happened at the time of the exhibition, and the 

 committee paid the expedition the compliment of giving 

 all its members free passes. 



Business of one kind and another compelled me to go 

 to Christiania, leaving the Fram in charge of Lieutenant 



