The morning news. [volume] (Savannah, Ga.) 1887-1900, 1894-09-16


| in polite inquiry for definite rebuttal Of
his observation and calmly proceeded.
i am also satisfied, from most pains
! taking stiCatiOns-and this has been
| a source of perturbed anxiety 70 me in
| Norway that the so-called true glacier
| is, as body, qniescent; that it does not
/ itself move; that only detached portions
of the parent accumulation"
Here Prof. Detrius Moraine wrung his
! lips with his napkin as If in a very agony
OF Impotence, tossed IL from him with
swapping fingers, and brought his fist
down upon the table with so resouuding
a whack that the dishes danced jigs and
galops of the liveliest description.
That only detached portions of the
parent accumulation"
The detached portion of the parent
accumulation represented in any person
who will give utterance to such idiOcies
sir, is either a scelestic ruffian or an
llimitable ass, sir There's my card, sir
shall be here until morning, sir. Oh
Bah"
With this the doughty professor
Stormed out of the room, slamming the
door vlciOusly behind him and my inge-
NOUS friend, after deciphering the cara
and handing 1t TO me for inspection with,
twenty kroners, please!'' broke into as
hearty laughing as ever rang through the
AASA-AAS BtlooeASsCo VI Il oluug NOEWCEA1u
Inn, IN which l hilariously Joined, well re-
paid IN the result of the petty investment.
we FULLY resolved to present our hum
Dlest apologies in the morning and en-
deavor TO secure the professors toler-
ance II not his friendship and esteem; but
we were informed by the inkeeper that
the brave knight Of science had paced his
room until after midnight awaiting
some message from the two dolts he had
met at supper" and, disappointed in this,
had snatched few hours of rest, and de-
parted long before we had arisen for the
dreary Midtfjeld with happy-hearted
Lars
In relating this, the weather-wise land
lord shrugged his shoulders aud shook his
head forebodingly. Then, glancing at the
frozen wastes of the Midtfjeld, he said
gloomily:
Lars will come back His sister Han
sine, will return. All the saeter-girls and
the herds will descend in good time to the
valleys. But the mountain storms are
making eagerly; and if we see that for
haerdet (obdurate) man again, fear the
folk of Romsdal will have to dig him out
from under the Midtfjeld SHOWS"
1t was this remark which determined
our remaining in and about Ormeim until
we had set eyes on the fair Hansine and
could surely know that Prof. Detrius
MOraine had turned his back upon the
dangerous fields of Norway.
1t is no easy task to climb TO these Nor
weglan saeters. Some are from twenty to
sixty miles from the valley hamlets and
farms. That of Klippe-hul, or Crag-hoI-
low, which Lars and the Professor sought.
was perhaps no more than twelve miles
distant from the Romsdal highway, but
certainly more than twice that distance
by the circuitous and tortuous way.
The path was plain enough to Lars, as
to all those Norwegian Alpine climbers.
and to the wise ponies utilized to carry
supplies TO the saeters and bring back
again their pack-loads of butter and
cheese; but stranger to these mighty
ravines and crags would have been ire
trievably lost after a half days wan
dering
They encountered many of the pictur-
esque professions of cattle, sheep. goats
ponies laden with huge packs with pots
and kettles swaying melodiously beside
them, grave mountaineers carrying enor-
nous burdens while smoking their COM
forting pipes and lissome saeter girls in
their bright bodices, white caps and short
skirts, each bearing upon her shoulders a
yoke, from which depended baskets,
clothing and all manner of saeter para
phernalia, and each cavalcade preceded
by the farmer owner, blowing unearthly
blasts from his lur, or birch bark trum-
pet; and these reminders of the derser-
ton of the mountains of their summer
occupants urged Lars and the professor
forward at renewed speed.
AS it was, they were obliged to pass
night beside lonely tarn, shut in by
black fOrbidding walls, with snow-clad
peaks for the only outlook beyond
Here Lars genius for surmounting diff
ticulties was aptly illustrated During
the last two hours ascent, Lars had
.
branch OF wood that came in sight, as
well as punches of juniper branches
With his tolkniy or belt knife which every
Norwegian peasant carries, and some bits
of strong cord possessed by every Nor
wegian post-boy for mending broken bar-
ness, he had arranged these in compact
lunches, bestowing them on his head
shoulders and body, until he was com
pletely hidden from sight.
With the dry wood he built cheerful
fire. The juniper branches provided their
bed, which was laid in a snug angle of A
projecting rock. A travelling rug and a
stout carriole blanket formed their cover
ing and there beneath the glittering stars
they slept as only mountain climbers NAV.
The next morning their ascent was re-
sumed through hollows. over ridges
where ice and snow lay concealed beneath
thin layers of black sediment ana slime.
the walls enclosing them, past copses of
stunted tir, through nature tunnels as
dark as Eblis' depths, until, late in the
afternoon they came TO the lonely saeter
of Klippe-hul, truly lonely hollow be-
tween the crags.
From distance nothing could be dis
tinguished but a low. wide hut at the
side of pockety ravine, through which a
narrow torrent poured; the whole shut
in from Romsdal way by black and tooth
like crags, and on the other, by broken
rocks, here and there splatched bv
! already browning bits of verdure, above
| which lay the eternal snow upon its
! measureless pedestal of glittering ice
/ At first no human being was in sight
| about the saeter; but shortly q flaxen-
| haired maiden of splendid figure stood be-
/ side the hut door, Shading Ter ewes
! with her rounu bare arm. she gaZed long
/ and earnestly at the advancing couple.
| Lars gurgled nightly at this, made won
| derful gestures and cried out ecstatic-
| ally
"Hansine! Hansine"
! Suddenly the girl rushed at them in a
sort of bounding gallop, and, Selling the
| post boy guide, Rugged him wildly.
wrestled with him, turned him round and
about and again hugging him, while tears
of joy flowed down her winsome face.
| poured torrents of endearng questions
and calculations upon him; while the pro
fesSOr, not without q trace of wonder IN a