The Pioche record. [volume] (Pioche, Nev.) 1908-1925, 1911-03-11


hamlet of Ostenso, with its ring of
wooden houses, and near to this is
SaInlkollen, 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 a congeries of hills or shooting up
in serrated and precipitous ridges is a
wondrous scene. Intricate and roman
tic fjordlets wind away from the
main track. Little patches of golden
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 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. "
J 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'
tons, the Forsnut, Verenut and
Langgronut I must apologize to my
readers for having attempted to de
scribe scenes which only lose by de
scription. l am impressed with {
deep and humiliating consideration o.
my inability to convey to another {
1.-THE of what | have seen.
The North cape Is most imposing
promontory rising with gloomy almoS
perpendicular cliffs from the darl
ocean at it's base 1t is in reality al
island, stationed like a gigantic senti
mel a little in advance, as If t.
guard the coast of Europe from tn,
arctic's storms The ascent is no
dangerous, but very wearisome. OF
the summit small granite mont
ment has been erected to commemc
frate King Oscars visit to the cape il
1873. Just before midnight rocket
are fired from the steamer to war
such passengers as may then fin
themselves on the mountain to be o.
their guard. 1t is a never-to-be-fol
gotten moment when one stands upo
this northern boundary of Europe, s
near to, yet so far from, the mort
pole. And 1t is unique and even mt
n,orable experience when, as tn
,, hands of his watch point to IL o'clocl
the traveller gazes northward over tn
curving shoulder of the globe, an
sees "the Midnight SUM" This VOL
derful phenomenon Of an endless da.
! with brilliant sun at midnight,
visible from May II to July 80; b.
, practically for much longer time
|, northern Norway there is no percep
J ible difference between night and da
E Still one last look back over tn
t fair scene. The golden light playir
8 round the lofty pinnacles slowly fad,
: out, and the purple. which Just no
deepened into a blood-red crimso
|, fades into patches of gray and SATIRE
e tints.
e RICHARD FARRELL.