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a Scene in Bergen-Stift, in Norway. 
in company. W e pushed on, and were immediately run on the 
beautiful Farnass, where the river Utledal, which, by a course 
of six miles from where it rises in the mountains of Guldbrands- 
dal, runs through Utledal, Vettie’s Giel, Svalemsdal, and Far- 
naes, empties itself by seven mouths. It was already evening, 
and pretty dark ; I therefore took up my night’s quarters at the 
farm-house of Vee, a pretty large farm, which has an interesting 
situation on the south side of the river Utledal, not far from 
Farnses. There my appointed guide was already waiting for me, 
a houseman (a sort of subtenant in Norway), who was well ac- 
quainted with the family at Vettie. We set out on our road 
early in the morning, and as this was at first over fine even 
plains, we mounted on horseback. In the neighbourhood of 
Vee we passed a mighty water-fall, which, from a side dale 
called Rosdale, rushes down in one fall of 1 50 fathoms. Far- 
ther east is Valdersdal, so called, because in a stretch of 
4 miles, (about 9Ti English,) it goes up to the mountains of Val- 
ders. Through this dale runs the river Thya, coming from 
the lake Thya, which here descends in a large fall, forming 
three cascades. t Over its mouth is carried a bridge. A little 
farther on in the vale, on the other side of Utledal River, the 
course of which we follow the whole way, you see a rocky 
mountain called Moekamp, lying east and west, as if it were 
sunk between the far higher mountains on each side. Round 
the foot of this lie a couple of farm-houses, and several house- 
men’s places. From the River Thya you come on a very high 
sand-hill, under which lies the farm of Moe. When you have 
toiled up this difficult, and very steep hill, you come to Sua- 
lem-hrll, a little mountain ridge lying east and west, and con- 
sisting of entirely naked, slippery rocks, on which it is both dif- 
ficult and dangerous to ride. You now come to the fine plain 
land of Sualem, which, of considerable extent, stretches on to 
the farm of Jelde. You have here got about half a mile from 
Farnaes, and you begin to perceive that the Giel is near. 
Nature now assumes a severe character ; her smile totally va- 
nishes ; the dale contracts itself closer together ; the black moun- 
tain masses tower higher up on both sides, casting abroad their 
melancholy shadows. Before you come to the farm-house of 
Jelde, you pass a bridge over the River Jelde, which, coming 
