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Title: The Argosy
Year: 1865 (1860s)
Authors: Wood, Henry, Mrs., 1814-1887 Wood, Charles W. (Charles William), b. 1850?
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Publisher: London (etc.) R. Bentley (etc.)
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
Digitizing Sponsor: University of Toronto

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-what remarkable,even to the headand cloak of therider. The scenery nowbecame more wildand grand than everfor a time. Highmountains coveredwith snow, whosenumberless peakswere tinged with therosy light of morn-ing, seemed reallyto stretch backwardsinto space, whilstamidst them re-posed the enormousSvartisen glacier,the blue ice andwhite snow eternallythere, reposing to-gether, yet nevermingling and defy-ing the hot rays ofthe sun. This enormous snowfield is said to be six miles in length,and from two to four in breadth, and covers a mountain plateau4,000 feet high, whose glaciers stretch almost to the sea-shore. About 11 oclock on Monday morning we reached Bodo, landedand posted letters. A small, quiet town, of growing importance.This might be seen by the large medern wooden buildings thatlooked very flourishing, and stood out in magnificent contrast withthe small and not very clean-looking huts and cottages forming theolder portion. Behind the town stretched long, flat, uninteresting
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TORGHATTEN (Portion of Interior ol Tunnel). About Norway, 133 fields. The streets were almost deserted j perhaps because it wasmid-day and the people were at their dinners; perhaps because theintense heat and glare were not to be lightly encountered even bythe natives. So when the ships whistle warned us that time was up,we were ready to return. These short landings upon terra firmawere pleasant interludes in the voyage. The sensation of steadyground beneath the feet can only be appreciated by those to whom along spell of sailing has rendered it unfamiliar. Leaving Bodo, we started for the Lofodens, and reached themabout 10.30 p.m. On our way we again passed many porpoises, but

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