Morning journal and courier. [volume] (New Haven [Conn.]) 1848-1894, 1890-08-21

trating and ice cold wind that reigns su-
preme in those upper regions, a tourist
hut has been erected there by private en-
terprise, and the visitor has now a chance
of seeing and admiring the midnight sun
from behind the kindly shelter of window
pane.
The evening is calm and cool, the brooks
hop merrily along over the rocks, muir
muring and whispering on their way,
while the waters of the river more serene
ly glide onward through the fields. In
the ''fors," the waterfall, the 'sNeck"
plays his harp, eliciting from its golden
strings strange melodies, to which the
signing of the venerable pine forests fur
nishes a hushed mysterious accompaniment.
The way to the mountain, which lures the
.wanderer with its sunny precipices, goes
over bog and moor, where the cackling
ptmarmigan hides between birch and fir,
its grassy tufts. The Harrisjoki, reckless
ly throwing itself over a steep glacier bed,
gathers up the melting snow and surges on,
disappearing between the sharp stones.
The yellow wolly pendants of the Salix
lanata, half hidden by osier branches,
overhang the brooks, and on the moist
tufts. almost on the very verge of the wa
terfalls, blossoms the beautiful andromeda
and hypnoides Leaving behind us the
region of the forest and the birch, where
the gnats are extremely troublesome, we
reach the higher plateaus with their mag
nificent and deliciously cool air and scam
Oiapensia lapponica) bears the azalea
company, and very good friends they seem
to be-pure and clear colors, red and white.
Sleeper and sleeper gets the path, winding
upward through moss and hchen, across
many rock, between osiers and lowly
shrubs. But at last the top is reached,
after about an hour and half's fatiguing
walk and the hut offers welcome resting
place and protection against the wind,
which is now bitterly cold
And even the weariest tourist will ad-
NIT that the view from the top repays him
for all his exertions. There is something
wonderfully grand and thrilling in this
absolute solitude am stiffness. the yery
feeling of which make ones pulse quicken:
and what marvellous panorama one sees,
stepped in the floating light of the mid
night sun. Behind the forest covered
heights that follow the bending rivers,
rises chain of grayish-blue mountains in
the distance becoming paler and paler, till
they meet the snow clad mountains, from
where flow the springs of the Kalix and
Lule rivers. To the northwest other
ridges of bluish-white mountain peaks
10TH strange picture OF glgantlc turretS
and towers, shaped in the most varied and
fantastic forms. Round Stora Lulevattnet
and Ovikklokk yet other mountains lift
their tops, veiled in 'replendent milk-white
snow, the contours of which are sharply
defined against the clear sky. Farther
north another mountain landscape extends
its softly undulating ovals, over which the
rose-colored light hovers. Round the foot
of the Dundret lies the surrounding land
scape as on a map; the rivers and the
rivulets, the lakes and the lochs look like
the fragments of vast shattered mirror;
promontories, large and small, dip their
green cover in the waters; wide expanses
of bog and marsh are let in between the
heights, and round the whole of this ex-
quisite panorama, the.forests keep guard,
sombre green, and earnest as always.
The sun is high in the sky, and the
hours of midnight are departing. Have
one more look round, over mountain and
dale, over land and water, bathed in the
luxurious midnight light of that orb which
we are wont to call the day king. Put in
your button-hole a sprig of azaleaa, the
rose of the mountain heights, or an al
mond-white flower of the anemone, and
keep in your memory this picture from
Lapland, the land of the mountains, of tbs
| rocky wastes, and of solitude.