^16 Professor Hansteen'’s Remarla made on a Journey 
cording as the violence of the storm increases, this goes with an 
angular motion inwards, stopping when it has formed such an 
angle with the wind that the oblique force of this is no longer 
able to overcome its resistance. The sharpness of the angle 
thus forms a measure of the strength of the storm. When this 
begins, every door and window-shutter must be made fast, and 
their pressure bn the house is sometimes such, that the beams 
in the wall slide on one another. Luckily the storm has never 
such force but in one direction, so that they are the better able to 
anticipate its effects, and to take the proper measures to resist it. 
As I wished to see as much as possible of Bergen Stift, I ac- 
cepted with pleasure Dean Herzberg'^s invitation to accompany 
him to Findaas. We rowed from Ullensvang, about three in 
the afternoon, dined at Helland with the family of Sheriff Thoren, 
(he himself was from home) ; and after this continued our jour- 
ney during the whole night. From Sorfiord you gradually 
turn round to the west, when you are a little north from Kin- 
i?eroig, into Utnes-fiord, and at Utnes, near Hesthammer, you 
turn south-west into Tamlen-fiord. This is divided by the lit- 
tle island Quarnsoe, into outer and inner Samlen-fiord. Directly 
over from this island, there lies on the continent a point called 
Hattesturt, memorable from this circumstance,- that in former 
days the people of Flardanger, before they had churches of their 
own, brought, as the tradition goes, all their dead bodies to this 
place, and put them in a hole till they had collected so many as 
they could carry in a large vessel to Findaas, or Skudesnaes, 
where they already had churches and church-yards; and as they 
were wont in this hole to drink their Christmas ale before they 
set out with the dead bodies, the spot is still called Julestuc 
(Christmas Chamber). 
A little farther south, towards the south-east, in a little bay 
amidst naked mountains, you have a slight glimpse of the ma^ 
nor-house of the barony pf Bosendal. Surrounded on three 
sides by these naked mountains, on the east by Folgeford, on 
the west concealed by three islands, one cannot imagine, a more 
appropriate retreat for a Danish Nobleman, who, disgusted by 
the Revolution of 1660, came here to pass the remainder of 
his days in solitude, where the bitterness of his soul, which he 
could here indulge without restraint, so well accorded with the 
gloomy aspect of the objects which daily surroundecJ him, At 
