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(1859) [MARC] Author: W. Mattieu Williams
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202 THROUGH NORWAY WITII A KNAPSACK.

the north-eastern daylight, and thus appearing like
pebbles, or to an uncertainty of vision resulting from
long fasting and fatigue.

I saw the spire of the church far away to the
right, near where the valley seems to close, about five
miles distant. This was a terrible shock to my empty
stomach; but gathering up the remnants of my
strength, I slid on my heels down the loose slope,
with a rattling accompaniment of the surrounding
stones, came upon the road at last, and walked on till
I reached the end of the lake, and the church.

There were some houses in the valley; at one of
which I made inquiries, and learnt that the station is
close by the church. Feeling quite assured that food
and rest were at hand, I did not even ask for a bowl
of milk at the house where I inquired; but upon
reaching the church, with the station standing visibly
near it, as described, I found a broad and rapid river
between us, and the bridge a mile farther down, so that
there were two miles more to walk, and the bridge to
cross. This was the last straw upon the camel’s back,
and almost broke me down. Although I had been
scrambling, and climbing, and struggling, rather than
walking, for nearly twenty-four hours, and had taken
neither food nor rest, I felt no sense of muscular fatigue,
but a terrible giddiness, that made me reel and stagger
along the road like a drunkard. When I reached the
bridge, which was paved with planks having some
spaces between them, the running water seemed to
carry away with it all my remaining senses, and I fell

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