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11 Here and there patches of yellow moss looking for all the world like branches of peaches on trees at home and on the silver surface of the Fiord We see mirrored Ice [[underlined]] Cap [[/underlined]] mountains Hill. Glaciers, Streams, valleys; and Plains. Several Bergs lay floating in the Fiord these; sparkled and shimmerd. The Stream to the [[strikethrough]] and [[/strikethrough]] North as he skimmed and dipped [[??]] the opposite mountains; One saw scenes enacted, same as you see upon a stage in a theatre. The longest-day I live I shall never forget that night steaming out that Fjord. Right against the Eastern [[strikethrough]] [[Gate??]] [[/strikethrough]] where the Great sun begin his State robed in flames and amber light. The [[strikethrough]] [[??]] [[/strikethrough]] longer I go North the more beautiful it-becomes. (I suppose one; as he grows older become more mellow) This summer we had days and days of fine weather. The crossing of Melville Bay coming South and thanks to the open water; we were enabled to skirt the grey face of the glaciers, right into the shore. It was
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