The Holbrook news., 1911-03-31

hamlet of Ostenso, with it's ring of wooden houses, and near to this is 1 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 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 congeries of hills or shooting up in serrated and precipitous ridges is wondrous scene. Intricate and roman tic fjordlets wind away from the 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, 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 out of the region of mist and shadow, uplifted into the very depths of the blue vault above, the mighty Folge- fond rears it's 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 it is set, the heart Is strangely touched with a sense of that Love that never fails"
 Still on towards Norheimsund and Utne and down the Craven fjord to Eide the Lyderhorn moves with steady pace. The day is fast declining; the sun is hastening 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. I must apologize to my readers for having attempted to de scribe scenes which only lose by de scription. I am impressed with deep and humiliating consideration of my inability to convey to another a tithe of what have seen.
 The North cape is most imposing promontory rising with gloomy almost perpendicular cliffs from the darl I ocean at it's base. It is in reality anI island, stationed like a gigantic senti-l nel 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. It is a 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 it is unique and even me morable experience when, as the | hands of his watch point to 12 o'clock. the traveller gazes northward over the curving shoulder of the globe, and | sees "the Midnight Sun!' This won derful phenomenon of an endless day, | with a brilliant sun at midnight, is visible from May Il to July 30; but | practically for a 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 blood-red crimson, fades into patches of gray and saffron tints.
 RICHARD FARRELL. !