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to forestall any appellation that might possibly be wanting in 

 taste, at once proposed that the sound should be called 'Eigets 

 Port,' or ' The Gates of the Kingdom.' 



Unhappily Eigets Port proved to be no portal, after all ; the 

 fjord stopped mercilessly. But east of us, penetrating the land, 

 was a fairly wide valley, flat at the bottom and of inconsiderable 

 gradient to begin with, that is to say, for after a couple of miles 

 this blissful state of affairs came to an end, and mountain walls, 

 high and black, again barred the way. 



We camped under the mountain- side, so as to be sheltered 

 from the wind, boiled the kettle and made ourselves some tea, 

 and then Fosheim and I went off to reconnoitre. Schei and the 

 mate were to remain in the neighbourhood of the camp until after 

 the midday observations had been taken. After that Schei was 

 going a geological excursion, and Eaanes to try to get some hares 

 for supper. 



