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THROUGH NORWAY WITH THE VESEY CLUB. 
May, 1891. 
of a marriage ceremony—a wedded couple of some twelve 
months’ standing taking the principal parts. A Birmingham 
paper, responsible for several other picturesque additions to 
fact, rated us for playing with the marriage ceremony by 
having it performed for our benefit—about as ridiculous a 
complaint as if it were directed against the English hosts of 
some future M. Taine who had arranged for his advantage a 
replica of a wedding breakfast. The wedding procession, 
which wound along the road to our hotel, was headed by a 
burly fiddler in the quaintest costume of many colours, with 
a pair of stockings with enormous black and white checks, 
and a top hat of portentous height. The various loving-cups 
and other domestic ceremonials took place in the saloon of the 
hotel, and in the dance which followed an endeavour was 
made to secure a good intermixture of nationalities. As most 
of the Norsk gentlemen dance a waltz step of the deux-temps 
style, our ladies found them fatiguing, albeit so pleasant 
partners. A few of the old Norsk dances, now, alas ! nearly 
died out, were performed by some of the older folk present, 
including the once popular “ Springing Dance ”—a sure cure, 
one would think, for a sluggish liver. Much like our elders at 
home, the old Norsk peasantry look upon their children as 
degenerate scions of an agile race. 
In this expedition we traversed two of those remarkable 
bits of engineered roads which I referred to in an earlier 
paper ascending one at Stalheim, where the road zigzags up 
the face of nearly a thousand feet of cliff, from either side of 
you tumbling a magnificent waterfall; and descending another 
about midway between Vossevangen and Eide, crossing at its 
mid-height the equally beautiful Skjervefos. In each of these 
cases the lower valley is narrow, flanked by almost vertical 
walls of cliff, and ending abruptly with a terminal cliff up 
which the road zigzags, and down which the waters of the 
high land above tumultuously pour themselves. 
Our last expedition (Monday) was to the far-famed 
Voringfos, one of the largest and loftiest of the Norwegian 
falls, and providing an expedition the accessories of which are 
interesting from end to end, not the least interesting being a 
road which for nearly three miles is blasted on a perfect level 
out of a wall of live rock, which bounds a lake over which, 
until a year or two back, it was necessary to row. The rock 
sections here showing are simply perfection, and illustrate 
metamorpliism in all its phases, and intruded veins up to not 
one but several degrees. One of these veins showed a lovely 
miniature “ fault.” The vein was about three inches in thick¬ 
ness, inclined at an angle of about 45°, and over a length of 
two feet or so this vein, with the rock in which it was 
