Camas Prairie chronicle. [volume] (Cottonwood, Idaho) 1901-1917, 1911-04-28

are now nearing that charming little
hamlet of Ostenso, with its ring of
wooden houses, and near to this Is
Samlkollen, another lovely spot set In
richly-clad forest hills,
And now, as we move onward, the
attention of all on board becomes
more and more riveted by the glory
OF the scene on every hand. By de-
grees every individual feature assumes
q more imposing aspect; points less
distinct appear to advance; those in
advance TO increase IN size, and every
onward move gives additional life and
magnitude TO the whole Here on the
left are isolated promontories and out
posts; far out beyond these, grouped
in q congeries Of hills or shooting up
in serrated and PERCEPTIONS ridges Is
wondrous scene. Intricate and roman.
tic fjordlets wind away from the
main track Little patches of golslen
corn stand out in sharp relief from
the dense dark woods clothing the
slanting hills Looking away back
where the great island Of Varaldo lies,
and on towards Rosendal and Bond
hus, a pale transparent vapor Is seen
creeping slowly up the hill. dilating
as 1t ascends; and through the top
most VEIL lost in the deep blue above.
rise vast forms of confused and shad-
owy hills everywhere as we move on
ward, towering range above range in
mystic grandeur. Higher still and
ont SAf ~ IF ,ts.A 4. 4
uplifted into the very depths of the
blue vault above, the mighty Folge-
fond rears its white pinnacles of ever
lasting snow. Amusement, admiration
and delight arrest and captivate the
mind, and compel a sense OF homage
to the "Giver OF all Good which few
scenes in this world could SO effectu-
ally command
AS we dwell on this glorious picture
spread out before us, and examine the
framework in which 1t is set, the
heart is strangely touched with a
sense of that Love that never falls
Still on towards Norheimsund and
Utne and down the Craven ford to
Eide the Lyderhorn moves with steady
pace. The day Is fast declining; the
sun is Fastening behind those western
hills, long dark ghostly shadows creep
down the deep water of the ford; but
far behind are purple lights stealing
over the eastern hills and diadems OF
gold encircle the high cones or nuts
of the Folgefond, those lofty projec-
tions, the Forsnut, Verenut and
Langgronut. ] must apologize to my
readers for having attempted to de-
scribe scenes which only lose by de-
scription. ] am impressed with
deep and humiliating consideration of
my inability to convey to another a
1.-THE Of what ] have seen.
The North cape is most imposing
pronontory rising with gloomy almost
perpendicular cliffs from the dark
ocean at its base II is in reality an
island, stationed like gigantic senti-
mel a little in advance. as If to
guard the coast Of Europe from the
arctic's storms. The ascent is not
dangerous, but very wearisome. On
the summit a small granite monu-
ment has been erected to commence
rate King Oscars visit to the cape in
1873 Just before midnight rockets
are fired from the steamer to warn
such passengers as may then find
themselves on the mountain to be on
their guard. 1t is never-to- be-for-
gotten moment when one stands upon
this northern boundary OF Europe, SO
near TO. yet SO far from. the north
pole And II is unique and even me-
morable experience when, as the
hands OF his watch point to IL o'clock,
the traveller gazes northward over the
curving shoulder Of the globe, and
sees 'the Midnight SUM-" This won
derfui phenomenon of an endless day,
with brilliant sun at midnight, is
visible from May IL to July 80; but
practically for much longer time In
northern Norway there is no percept-
ible difference between night and day.
Still one last look back over this
fair scene. The golden light playing
round the lofty pinnacles slowly fades
out. and the purple, which Just now
deepened into a bloodred crimson.
fades into patches of gray and saffron
tints.
RICHARD FARRELL. 3