lo ANGLERS' EVENINGS. 



figure One, and, as I would hear no reason, I had my way, 

 for soon after one the boat appeared. 



We had three men with us to row, rather a curious 

 number perhaps, but we got on well, and I soon found 

 that pipes, like spoons, were held in common, for a 

 solitary pipe kept circulating from mouth to mouth 

 throughout the voyage. I cannot venture to say anything 

 of the scenery through which we passed ; it is not a thing 

 to talk about, and while you are being quietly rowed 

 along that fiord, it is not even a time to talk. The man 

 who has sailed this journey bears away a remembrance 

 of beauty and glory that will last his lifetime, but he bears 

 it as a secret, which he can never impart. 



It was after six o'clock when we reached the station 

 at Dale, and by this time we were so far called back to 

 the grossness of life, that we first of all asked for some- 

 thing to eat. They had nothing, neither eggs, nor bread, 

 nor milk, nor meat — nothing but some " flad-brod," a dish 

 of raspberries, and some coffee ; so we dined off these 

 delicacies, and then began to think of supper. 



At Dale, which I find in my journal described as "the 

 most beautiful spot in all the world," a little river enters 

 the fiord, and the custom of the country, as well as the 

 necessity of the case, urged upon us the advisability of 

 trying our angles on that calm Sunday evening. A little 

 higher up the stream than the station a bridge is built, 

 and below it is a fine pool where anyone can see that the 

 fish will lie ; but there are many people^ about and I do 

 not care to perform before an audience. I straightened 

 my flies out, however, and in the process took two or three 



