AN EXPEDITION IN THE DINGY, 
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of fiords. It was six o’clock in the evening, and we 
had already sailed two-and-thirty miles, when it again 
fell almost calm. Impatient at the unexpected delay, 
and tempted by the beauty of the evening,—which 
was indeed most lovely, the moon hanging on one side 
right opposite to the sun on the other, as in the picture 
of Joshua’s miracle,—Sigurdr, in an evil hour, pro¬ 
posed that we should take a row in the dingy, until 
the midnight breeze should spring up, and bring the 
schooner along with it. Away we went, and so occupied 
did we become with admiring the rocky precipices 
beneath which we were gliding, that it was not until 
the white sails of the motionless schooner had dwindled 
to a speck, that we became aware of the distance we 
had come. 
Our attention had been further diverted by the 
spectacle of a tribe of fishes, whose habit it appeared 
to be—instead of swimming like Christian fishes in a 
horizontal position beneath the water—to walk upon 
their hind-legs along its surface. Perceiving a little 
boat floating on the loch not far from the spot where 
wq had observed this phenomenon, we pulled towards 
it, and ascertained that the Lapp officer in charge 
