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(1859) [MARC] Author: W. Mattieu Williams
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the family pauper, standing in humble servitude, and
waiting his turn when the general meal was done.

The red glare of the reeking brand lighted the faces
of the "cementivora" with a copper tinge; who, as they
stood around the bowl, reaching by turns at arm’s
length and returning their spoons with the long
sweeping curve before alluded to, seemed like demons doing
an incantation. The red light spread dimly throughout
the whole of the wooden room; tinging with lurid and
fitful glare the rude logs that made the walls, the
brown-smoked heavy beams above, and all the dingy domestic
stores suspended from them, and making the great
fireplace built into the corner, and the two wooden-box
bedsteads and the dilapidated handloom dimly visible.
The whole scene would have made a fine subject for
such an artist as Gherardo della Notte.

Scandinavian fleas are very energetic, and on this
occasion were abundant also. The bag of straw was
very ancient, and many generations of fleas must have
lived in peace within it and passed away, since the straw
was last changed or the bag washed.

The next morning I started early, on account of my
bedfellows; taking only a few mouthfuls of fladbröd,
and resolving to make amends at the first
comfortable-looking farm I should pass on my way down the valley.
This valley winds about amidst the wildest desolation
of black frowning crags and glacier ruins imaginable;
it is quite equal in grandeur to the Romsdal, and
more desolate. There are 110 waterfalls of any
magnitude ; but the icefalls—the glaciers—well supply their

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