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looking-glass in the room over my head, and roused 

 most of us from our slumbers, but next morning there 

 was a dead calm and the heat was almost oppressive. 

 But none of these changes brought the rain which was 

 wanted to raise the river. 



On 27th August we had a most delightful expedi- 

 tion to the lakes at the head of the valley, which I 

 had never before visited. We breakfasted early, and 

 started soon after ten, a picturesque cavalcade. Four 

 started in two stolkjaerres, and I followed with 

 Ole in a carriole, almost the first time since 1865 

 that I have occupied that conveyance. We ambled 

 merrily along a road very narrow and steep in 

 some places, especially where it crossed the screed 

 above Peter Pool. The engineers will have their 

 work cut out for them to convey labour and materials 

 for a great reservoir and conduit at the head of the 

 valley over such difficult country, but I was told 

 that they propose to construct a contractor's railway 

 along the lower part, and make a new road higher up. 

 We reached the little farm above Odegaard a little 

 before noon, and were warmly greeted by the hand- 

 some athletic farmer and his family. The eldest son, 

 a lad about twelve years old, hurried down from the 

 upland meadow on the other side of the river, where 

 he had been busy getting in the hay, and he and his 

 two blue-eyed fair-haired little sisters were made 

 happy with a present of sweets. We left our horses 

 and conveyances at the farm, and started on foot up a 

 winding path through a natural rock garden rich with 

 ferns, flowers, bright berries, and shrubs. Ole, and 

 Jan Dalen the farmer, followed us, carrying wraps 

 and food baskets. His son, as I was informed, had 



