SI S Professor Hansteen’s Remarks made mi a Journey 
so late in the evening I first went up to the house to make in- 
quiriesj when I learned that Dean Nils Herzberg had already 
gone to bed. As I was not sufficiently accustomed to the prac- 
tice very commori"in Norway, of converting, if not palaces, at 
least private houses, into Caravanseras, a liberty which the 
shocking state of the inns frequently obliges the traveller to 
take, and as I knew that it was not fair to disturb a clergyman 
on Saturday, — ^in short as I did* not consider it as very seemly 
to pay my introductory visit to a stranger after he was in bed 
and in his first sleep, I resolved to lodge with a peasant close 
by the parsonage. This peasant was a tenant of the clergy- 
man, and from him I received the unpleasant information, that 
the Dean was to set off early next morning to perform Divine 
Service at Kinzervig, and from thence, without stopping, to go 
on to his brother Dean Christian Herzberg’s in Findaas, ou 
Bommel island, there to assist at the Bishop’s visitation. This 
piece of news was a thunderbolt in my ears; I stood so much 
in need of a day’s rest and recreation ; and the hope of this, to- 
gether with that of making the acquaintance of a very worthy 
man, and a man of science, was at once frustrated. I had tasted 
nothing the whole day but a piece of rusty smoked herring, 
which I got at a place where we rested by the way, and which, 
^together with the motion of the waves, occasioned me some un- 
pleasant sensation. When I entered the peasant’s house, he him- 
self was sitting on a chair in the middle of the ffoor of the large 
smoking room ; while his wife, as it was Saturday evening, was 
occupied in the very necessary task, as it appeared, of combing 
and cleaning his long hair, hanging down over his eyes and 
ears. This operation still more increased the irregular motions 
of my stomach. At last he said to her, “ That is enough on 
which the wife went to set before me milk, and bread and butter. 
Although my body trembled from exhaustion, it was scarcely 
possible for me to taste a bit. I got a clean bed, however, and 
early in the morning was awakened out of a sound sleep by a 
man in a white night-cap and slippers, with a tobacco-pipe in 
his hand, who stood in the middle of the floor, scolding with 
all his might, and turning his night-cap from one ear to tfie 
other. On coming to myself, after a little consideration, I per- 
ceived it was Dean Herzberg, who, in most hospitable terms, was 
