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distinct. We lunched among the rocks just under the upper 

 fall, to which a rocky natural staircase conducts ; the plants 

 immediately before this ascent being in profusion. Our guide 

 carried, I should think painfully,our provisions, and not without 

 breaking some of the bottles, the contents of which he got 

 the credit of appropriating. The botanical boxes get so heavy 

 that on difficult ground they become a great encumbrance, and 

 we are only too glad to get our guide to carry any extras. The 

 profusion of the plants quite close to the track is most astonishing 

 in this pass — all the best things grow plentifully, and in return- 

 ing many more specimens and seeds were added to our already 

 well-filled cases. Adventurous spirits cried "Excelsior," but 

 having had enough of climbing, with several friends we retraced 

 our steps, and reached the farms, where little girls brought us 

 plates of raspberries, currants, and cherries for a consideration, 

 which brought moisture to our parched mouths ; and after three 

 miles road walking, we reached Saed. It was a mighty long 

 time however, before the rest of our party appeared, and we 

 were glad to get into the boats and be rowed to Yik, where we 

 arrived about 7 p.m. 



We were all sorry to leave our comfortable quarters, next day 

 the 17th August, but as the steamer did not sail for Eide till 

 after lunch, we made a raid to the rocks above the hotel, where 

 we had some fern-gathering till we required to leave. On 

 reaching Eide after a pleasant sail, we found a number of 

 carrioles on the quay waiting our arrival, and after transferring 

 our impedimenta, set out through most romantic scenery, to 

 Vossavangen, which we reached about 10 p.m., cold and hungrj'. 

 The drive from Eide is a most interesting one. After leaving 

 the latter place with its beautiful surroundings, the road winds 

 by the shore of the lake, often scarped in the rock, and cutting 

 some ugly corners. After passing the end of the lake, a very 

 steep ascent commences, which requires us to leave the carrioles 

 and walk. The road is in zig-zags as on Mont Cenis, scarped 

 often in the rock. The pedestrian can cut the corners by making 

 a straight ascent, but we were all more or less blown when we 

 reached the head of the pass and the watershed. The stream 

 now ran in the Voss direction. Looking down, the views were 

 charming. A fine waterfall discharges itself over the rocks, at 

 the head of the pass, the only sign of human existence being a 

 saw-mill picturesquely perched above the fall. On a marsh on 



