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belonging to which we had passed close to upon Knutshoe, 
while the geologists had stayed in the valley stone-breaking; 
for this neighbourhood is every whit as interesting to the 
geologist as to the botanist, whether to one who, like our 
veteran Dr. Crosskey, revels in glacial phenomena, or still 
more to one who, like my colleague Dr. Lap worth, is over 
head and ears in love with metamorphism. Marvellously 
beautiful indeed, even to the unknowing eye, are the altered 
conglomerates, the granites, and the gneisses of this wild 
region, and the recent passage of the Government road¬ 
making engineers saved our stone-breakers many a tough 
job. 
Our journey hence to Trondhjem calls for little special 
remark. From a scenic point of view the gems were three ; 
(1) the drive through the valley of the Driva, from Kongsvold 
to Drivstuen ; (2) near Austbjerg, the junction of two streams, 
the Orkla and another, at a sharp angle, and with magnificent 
ravines ; and (3) the valley at Storen. Near Stuen we passed, 
for probably several miles, over an ancient and well-marked 
moraine. At Bjerkaker our leader had arranged for us a 
piece of dissipation in the form of a peasant dance. In this 
district apparently Mr. Stone has a name to conjure by, and 
for miles around the peasantry, to the number of probably 
150, had flocked in for a jollification ; though, owing to the 
almost complete absence of national costume in the district, 
the gathering was no whit more picturesque, on the feminine 
side indeed less so, than a similar meeting in England would 
be. The dancing was interleaved with glee singing, on the 
part of our visitors and ourselves, and we likewise made a few 
experiments in the way of international athletic sports. We 
introduced, for example, a tug-of-war, three on a side, but the 
superior weight of the Norsk peasants made our defeat most 
ignominious. The first attempt, though, had a startling 
ending. When we asked for a rope, a native brought forward 
one of the long reins of twisted leather used in the country 
carts, and the six combatants planted their heels firmly, and 
stiffened their loins, to await the signal. This was given, and 
the moment the strain came on the rope it parted like a bit of 
twine, and six gallant champions performed back somersaults 
upon the grass. Tell it not in Crewe, whisper it not in the 
streets of Birmingham, for the three representatives of the 
might and prowess of England were a doctor, a lawyer, and 
a professor! Happily the Kodak was not ready for action. 
Storen has firm hold of our memory for four reasons its 
beautiful situation, its cliffs literally white with the giant 
Saxifraga pyramidalis , its mosquitoes, and the end, to all 
