Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1892-08-14

bold mountains on stoltziarres and car
rioles, drawn by the surefooted Norwegian
ponies, and see some of Norway's enor
nous glaciers; travelling leisurely, as Nor
way to be thoroughly enjoyed should be
taken that way. They would so among the
people and form something of an idea o.
their character, mode of life and habits
And it was with this party we travelled.
Where There Is No Night.
There is no night in Norway during June,
July and A ugust Consequently as it wal
sarly in June we should have prepared fol
what after all was real surprise, daylight
at midnight, or rather a weird subdued
light quite bright enough to read by. Ii
was at StavSnger we first noticed it. This
town, one OF the most ancient in Norway,
was the first part of that country we
touched. From the North Sea we entered
a branch of the Bukken ford and
anchored at Stavanger, the quaint
est town imaginable, with queer wooden
houses, and SO quiet it seemed every
one must be dead. None of the hustle and
activity that accompany the landing of
vessels in other countries, no matter at
what hour.
As we peered out over the vessels side
We saw people gathering about the landing.
II they spoke it was so low it sounded like
whispering. All about were rocky, bleak
mountains, almost shutting in, it seemed,
the small space the town was built in Over
head, falling down upon houses and people.
was that strange, midnight light. Were
we, after all, only dreaming, or was this
really an old Rip Van Wrinkle sort of town?
A party of us decided to spend a
little time prowling through the town. The
spell of quietness all about fell upon us and
we moved silently, speaking in low tones.
A Cathedral Eight Centuries Old.
We found ourselves at A. M. standing
before an old cathedral built in the eleventh
century, and founded by the famous Bishop
Reinold. 1t had been burnt a century or
two later, afterward rebuilt and fully re-
stored still later. The sun was Just rising,
flashing a beautiful coloring on the old
building; far up on the mountain tops fieecy
clouds rested, still higher up was the beau
tiful, pale, blue Norwegian sky. When we
returned to the vessel it was three O'Clock,
and the sun was an hour high. We slept
profoundly for hours, and when we again
found ourselves on deck we were steaming
along through an inland sea, or rather we
were outside the celebrated rocky island
barrier that extends along the west coast of
Norway. The water was almost entirely
smooth as the continuity of ofprotecting islets
and massive rocks was only broken for short
stretches and SO formed q great, natural
breakwater.
For the first time since leaving Pittsburg
q sense of almost loneliness took possession
of US. We felt we were really 60
ing into a foreign land. All about
US was a frowning blackness of
coast. And yet in the very
bleakness was a strange sort of fascination.
On either side stood great mountains of
enormous rocks piled with a prodigal pro-
fusion one above the other, and islands
formed OF rocks; as We moved on and on
still higher mountains, their tops covered
with gistening snow that sometimes e1-
tended far down the sides. Only here and
there were bits of verdure, looking very
much out Of place, aid wherever that
occurred little hamlets nestled in the midst,
and one wondered If the inhabitants ever
lett their lonely homes, for all abou. the
mountains seemed impossible, and almost
straight down, thousands of feet, was the
sea. But We knew that, in some way, they
did, for dowA on the sea, in every direction,
were the fathers, brothers and husbands
tossing about in little fish ing craft, stern.
quiet men, SO intent on their work they
scarcely noticed us.
The Greeting on the Irish Coast.
We remembered how as we sailed along