NOEWAY. 



CHAPTER. II. 



THE NATIVES AT HOME. 



WHILE we were sailing up the Sogney fiord, which 

 runs between stupendous mountains about a hun- 

 dred miles into the interior of the country, we came to 

 a gap in the mountains into which ran a branch of the 

 fiord. 



The spirit of discovery was strong upon my friend, the 

 owner of the yacht, so he ordered our skipper to turn into 

 it. We were soon running into as wild and gloomy a 

 region as can well be conceived, with the mountains rising, 

 apparently, straight up from the sea into the clouds, and 

 tongues of the great Justedal glacier peeping over their 

 summits. We turned into a large bay and cast anchor 

 under the shadow of a hill more than 5,000 feet high. 



Here we found the natives kind and hospitable ; but, 



