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inspection of yonr critical eye. Are you a painter ? There 



is ample field for the wildest pencil and the boldest brush. 



Are you a fisher ? Here is your terrestrial paradise. 



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But you must be a fisher of the rough school, not "a 

 follower of the gentle art." Can you wade all day in 

 snow-water ? Can you swim down a roaring rapid 

 perchance shoot over a cataract, and count it but a trifle 

 with a twenty foot rod in your hands, and a thirty-pound 

 ealmon at the end of your line, making for the sea at the 

 rate of twenty miles an hour ? Then, by all means come 

 to Norway. But you must be possessed of a singularly 

 patient and self-denying character. Mark that well. 



Are you a daring mountaineer ? The mountains of 

 Gamle Norge (Old Norway), though not so high as those 

 of the Himalaya range, are high enough for most men. 

 The eagle will guide you to heights if you can follow 

 him on which human foot has never rested. 



Do you love the sunshine ? Think of the great 

 luminary that rules the day, rolling through the bright 

 blue sky all the twenty-four hours round. There is no 

 night here in summer, but a long, bright, beautiful day, 

 as if Nature were rejoicing in the banishment of night 

 from earth for ever. 



But, above all, do you love simplicity, urbanity, unso- 

 phisticated kindness in man ? Are you a student of 

 human nature, and fond of dwelling on its brighter 

 aspects ? Then once more I say, come to Norway, for 

 you will find ner sons and daughters overflowing with the 

 milk of human kindness. 



