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IN SEARCH OF A LODGING.
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were cows; then another, which was a storehouse of
cheeses, pails, and agricultural implements. Walking
on farther, T opened another door, stepped forward into
a broad dark vacancy, and heard around me several
snorers; I called and coughed, but the snoring
continued uninterrupted. After some little hesitation and
compunction on the score of impertinent intrusion,
disturbing the people, &c., I took out my box of wax
vesta matches and struck a light; this flash of light
startled all the sleepers at once; they sat up in their
beds, and disclosed the fact that nightshirts are not
fashionable in these parts: but they were very civil,
in spite of being thus unceremoniously startled, and
told me that Lunden was some distance farther.
At one of these places I was rather startled myself.
It was a hay-house partly filled, and being vacant
near the door where I stood, I struck a light, when
suddenly a man in the costume of Paradise arose
from out of the hay close by my feet. These
liay-houses in Norway correspond to the " spare
rooms" of English domestic economy, and are used
for sleeping apartments when there is a pressure of
visitors.
At last I reached a house, which, after waking the
host and hostess by means of my portable lightning, I
found to be the Lunden station. I was kindly and
hospitably received, and provided with a supper of
fladbröd, and " smoer," and sour milk. The house was
a poor one, but there was the old simplicity and
kindness I have become accustomed to associate with
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