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the arrival of the fjord boat. Tom proceeded to convey 

 our kit alongside, while I took a picture of the scene, and, 

 in so doing, nearly missed the boat, which would have 

 entailed a week's stay in the pretty but uninteresting 

 Hopen. 



We arrived at Floro by 4 p.m., expecting to be 

 obliged to wait at the inn for the Bergen boat, which 

 should leave in the early morning hours. But in this we 

 were most agreeably disappointed, for, within a few 

 minutes of our arrival, the boat en route from Trondhjem 

 to Bergen entered the fjord, being many hours late, and 

 to her we transferred our goods, which, with ourselves and 

 a cargo of salted herrings, were duly landed on the quay 

 at Bergen by 3 o'clock the next morning. 



The aroma emitted by the boats which carry salted fish 

 defies description, and the captains say it is impossible to 

 prevent it, for the barrels all leak, and the leakage settling 

 in the bottom of the ship, gives forth an odour which 

 cannot be dispelled by pumping or disinfectants. The 

 cabins and saloons are generally aft, to economize room for 

 cargo, and the consequence is that, when against a head- 

 wind, the perfume aft is more easily imagined than enjoyed. 



The decks also are generally covered with barrels and 

 bundles of dried fish, so on deck and below the fragrance 

 is somewhat similar, and can hardly be relished, even by 

 an acquired taste. 



