FAREWELL TO NORWAY 105 



Steamed past the breakwater; and on the revenue cutter 

 outside there was a man fishing in that early mornino- 

 Hght. 



This last impression of Norway was just the right one 

 for us to carry away with us. Such beneficent peace 

 and calm ; such a rest for the thoughts ; no hubbub and 

 turmoil of people with their hurrahs and salutes. The 

 masts in the harbor, the house-roofs, and chimneys stood 

 out against the cool morning sky. Just then the sun 

 broke through the mist and smiled over the shore — 

 rugged, bare, and weather-worn in the hazy morning, 

 but still lovely — dotted here and there with tiny houses 

 and boats, and all Norway lay behind it. . . . 



While the Frani was slowly and quietly working her 

 way out to sea, towards our distant goal, I stood and 

 watched the land gradually fading away on the horizon. 

 I wonder what wall happen to her and to us before we 

 again see Norway rising up over the sea.^* 



But a fog soon came on and obscured everything. 



And through fog, nothing but fog, we steamed away 

 for four days without stopping, until, when I came on 

 deck on the morning of the 25th of July, behold clear 

 weather! The sun was shining in a cloudless sky, the 

 bright blue sea was heaving with a gentle swell. Again 

 it was good to be a living being, and to drink in the peace- 

 fulness of the sea in long draughts. Towards noon we 

 sighted Goose Land on Novaya Zemlya, and stood in 

 towards it. Guns and cartridges were got ready, and we 



