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had taken the wheel himself. This was my first 

 and only view of a man for whose personality and 

 political career I held from the beginning a profound 

 distrust, as my friends can readily testify. 

 oddeand Returning from the Naerofjord to Bergen, we 

 *^ followed the inlets of Hardanger up to Odde, the 



^jaeg e- ^^^^^ excutsiou ccutet in all Norway. From this 

 point a boatman bearing the picturesque name of 

 Ivor Strand rowed us over to the mouth of the 

 Tysse (the stream draining the Skjaeggedal), whence 

 we made on foot a visit (my third) to the Skjaeg- 

 gedalsfos, the most superb waterfall in Europe. For 

 the return to Odde we walked across the wonderfully 

 impressive mountain pass M^rfaldscardene, which 

 towers above the town — the long snow mass of 

 the Folgefond, parent of many glaciers, fronting us 

 across the S^rfjord all the way. Next day we went 

 up the Eidfjord and Maab^ River to the magnifi- 

 cent V^ringsfos, passing on the way the deep glacial 

 lake, Eidfjordsvand, surrounded by high polished 

 cliffs which our landlord had warned us were "very 

 periculose." 

 On foot Mrs. Jordan and I now left the party at the F^sli 



Inn at the head of the falls, and started on foot for 

 the reindeer pastures high above, where we spent 

 the night at a saeter or chalet called Stor Ishaug — 

 "Great Ice Hill." This was a memorable excursion. 

 Crossing the river Bj^rkli on a wavering plank 

 suspended by wire a few feet above the churning 

 torrent and only a short distance from the 520-foot 

 drop of the falls, we cheerfully ascended on and on 

 over wide pastures carpeted by the dwarf birches — 

 Betula nana. These tiny treelets cover millions of 

 acres throughout subarctic Europe, Asia, and 



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to Stor 

 Ishaug 



