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and glaciers in ‘Gamle Norge’ looked their very wildest. On 
one hand our luncheon place, 4,396 feet below, seemed a stone 
throw off, on ancther hand below an almost vertical precipice 
3,000 feet in height was a portion of the glacier we had ascended. 
On another, some 4,000 feet down, lay the weird mountain tarn 
with its icy flotilla, and above it the glacier and the terrible 
cliffs I have before alluded to. Forests and meadows here and 
there relieved the scene of most of its terrible characteristics, 
and the exquisite colouring for which Norway is so deservedly 
famous appeared in all its richness and variety. But in such a 
place, alone, out of sight of every living creature, one of the 
greatest wishes of my heart granted to me, it will be easily 
understood, when I say that a feeling of silent worship and 
adoration was more suitable than to jot down memoranda in my 
note book. I did make a few notes it is true, but the scene was 
too overwhelming for them. After a drink of cold tea and a 
cold collation of goat’s milk cheese, a crust of rye bread, and a 
few prunes, I set to work to build a cairn, and as the top was so 
marvellously sound I could find very few stones, so only made it 
two or three feet high. I put a pocket handkerchief under one 
of the stones, which I afterwards saw in the distance through a 
telescope. By my aneroid I ascertained the height to be 6,199 
feet above Vormelid. At 6-53, after picking up a few little 
stones and some reindeer moss, I left the top in warm and 
golden sunshine and found the descent to the ‘ skar’ not good— 
the less said about it the better. I was very thankful to join 
my friends at 7-45, when I was most heartily congratulated 
upon my success. The snow-slope was now hard frozen and our 
warm gloves a necessity, but we passed it very well and were 
soon over the belt of rock and on the glacier, where we had some 
good glissades. At 9 o'clock we reached our former luncheon 
place, and I shall never forget Mohn’s kindness in sharing with 
me his last bit of cheese and bread, as mine had been finished 
long before. A simple gift indeed, but nevertheless a great act of 
self-denial, appreciable only by those who know the real value of 
a crust when nothing else is to be had. We found the 1,500 
feet which we had to ascend on our return very fatiguing. Iwas 
the freshest, but my success, perhaps, sustained my animal 
vigour. From the top of the great ridge, which we reached in 
the twilight at 11 p.m., we had a most sublime view of sharp 
peaks still tinted with the gold of the setting sun. Jupiter 
shone brightly just over the crest of Stélsnaastind, which is a 
most beautiful mountain above the Vetti’s Fos, and which ought 
to be often climbed, but, so far, is not. The snow was crisp and 
hard, and sparkled brilliantly. After getting into Maradal it 
grew much darker than it was on the ridges, and each one had 
several falls over the junipers and dwarf birches, but we arrived 
