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A DAY’S REST.—RETURNING FROM CHURCH. 251
and past waterfalls and lakes, I reached Vossevangen,
at about six o’clock. This station is prettily situated
on the banks of a lake, with fertile country and wooded
hills around, and is well provided with food: even
such luxuries as white bread may be obtained here.
After a supper, or breakfast, whichever it may be
called, I went to bed, and slept till midday, spending
the afternoon idly and luxuriously, bathing in the lake,
lounging on its banks, writing letters, and fishing: but,
cockney-like, I caught nothing.
At this part of my diary there is a note
recommending all tourists in Norway to ask for pancakes,
called " pankucken" in Norsk. I was told by four
Englishmen I meet here, and supped with, that this
luxurious food may be obtained at most of the
stations: this was a new fact to me, and quite worthy
of record.
Walked on next day over beautifully wooded country,
and through rich, rocky glens, passing a dozen or so
of waterfalls and several lovely lakes. It was Sunday,
and there was a Sunday calm and brightness in the air,
and over the country all around. On crossing the lake
at Graven, the people were coming out of the church
on the side I was approaching, and I met them as they
walked down the hill towards the wTater-side. They
all embarked and crossed the lake, while I ascended the
hill, commanding a fine view of it. The effect of this
procession of boats, creeping slowly and silently along,
was very picturesque: the white caps and red dresses
of the women contrasted finely with the dark waters of
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