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that evening.

The further up we sailed the more beautiful it becam and although trees and vegetation became less scarce, the habitations did not increase and I saw for the first time snow capped mountains. The yacht entered the beautiful landlocked harbor of Bergen just as the town began to light up.

August 19, 1908.

This morning, the minute our feet touched the quay, maps and other papers were thrust into our hands. One man asked if they would lend him a boy to carry them. Then we found our way to the marketplace where there was a continual bustle and a strong smell of fish. On one side of the market is a row of tanks where fish are kept alive till sold, then their necks are broken and they are thrown into the purchaser's basket. Blood and shine bespatter everything. In another part of the square was an artistic array of vegetables and flowers.

After walking through the streets awhile, we