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branches. The view from it extremely romantic; 

 everywhere around are huge rocky masses, with a 

 few trees scattered about. The valley on one side, on 

 the other the river's branches meeting under the neat 

 town of Kongelf, and disappearing among the rocks. 

 The wooden bridge here was destroyed by the Danes 

 in 1787, the stumps only remaining, so that a ferry 

 is now established ; and we were stopped for about 

 two hours, in the most intense cold, till the ice could 

 be broken. At Kongelf we stopped to eat some of 

 our cold provisions, and then continued our journey 

 in the dark. The carriage being shut we were not 

 actually frozen, but the road was execrably rough, 

 and we went at a foot's pace ; besides, it was more 

 hilly than is usual in Sweden. At one in the morn- 

 ing, arriving at a decent inn, we decided to stop for 

 the night, and found a couple of comfortable rooms. 



Tired with the cold of yesterday, I was glad to take 

 advantage of a hot bath before I turned in. And here 

 a most remarkable thing happened to me so remark- 

 able that I must tell the story from the beginning. 



After I left the High School, I went with G , my 



most intimate friend, to attend the classes in the univer- 

 sity. There was no divinity class, but we frequently in 

 our walks discussed and speculated upon many grave 

 subjects among others, on the immortality of the soul, 

 and on a future state. This question, and the possibil- 

 ity, I will not say of ghosts walking, but of the dead 

 appearing to the living, were subjects of much specu- 

 lation ; and we actually committed the folly of draw- 



