The Land of the Long Night

rn.-Girls and Boys say "No; Go on, Go on, Paul."-Decide to Continue m

and the Gulf of Bothnia. I had reached that part of the highway overlooking the narrow part of the Sound which separates Sweden from Denmark, and had just left the pretty lit

Land of the Long Night" when the sun was below the horizon for many we

hour. He knew every stone, ditch, bridge, and house on the road, for many and many a time the dear old animal h

to give the animal time to take breath; then, before starting again, he would give him a piece or two of black bread, sometimes a potato, which he had put in his pocket before leaving. The people

for a day. It would have made me so happy to look upon their faces once more. Sometimes one feels very lonely when away from home, and that day I could not help it. I thought of dear Jeannie, of sweet Gertrude, and Hilda, of Marie, of Pauline, of Helen, of Laura, of Blanche, of Julia, of Meli

Cousin Paul." These are my chums, and it is lovely to have chums! I thought of the fun and good times I had h

many of the States,-for if there is a thing Friend Paul likes, it is to talk to the youn

'The Land of the Long Night.'" I could cross the Sound, go to Copenhagen,-the city was almost in sight, and a nice city i

friends, from school girls and boys, calling: "Friend Paul, go on, go on to 'The Land of the Long Night' first

ing him to go on, and he answered back: "Girls and boys, you are right. I am going to 'The

to the town of Landskrona. There, looking towards the Sound, I saw a steamer of the Thingvalla Line gliding over the sea on its way to New York, and I said aloud, "Steamer, you are not going to take me home this time. I am going to 'The Land of the Long Night' first, to t

oices as before cry in response, "

ple encouraging me to go forward. I suddenly became very restless and full of energy. I wanted my horse t

about in sleighs. I did not care if my ears and nose were frozen. All I wanted

er in the mountain fastnesses of Norway. I had been living on cream, butter,

ty post stations before I reached Haparanda,

ght," but it was still a very long way off. I had yet to sleep a

and neat are those little Swedish towns! I wished I could have tarried in some of them. Then I made a sweep eastward, following the coast, and passed the town

on my way to Kalmar, and further north, I could s

as possible; for if you have too much baggage it is as if you were dragging a heavy log behind you; you are not your own master, all kinds of difficulties come in the way, and you have become the slave of your own b

rshamn and Westervik, and at last about the middle of November I arrived in Stockholm. But I had yet to travel

chased big top-boots lined inside with furry wolf skin, and a round beaver cap with a border which, when turned down, protected my ears and came to my eyes. I had besides a big, heavy hood, lined with fur, to be used when it was very cold. I had a pair of leather mittens lined inside with fur (mittens keep

ow all the houses in the hamlets and towns which I passed had double windows, and at the bottom, between the two, a layer of cotton was spread to absorb the moisture. Instead of sliding

with roses, carnations, geraniums, and other plants, all bending in the direction of the sun.

very-day room, where the family lives, and see the blazing open fireplace. How nice it was to jump into a feat

to see the whole family at their daily occupations; to see the women spin, weave, or knit; to see the men make skees, wooden shoes, etc., and the girls and boys go to school and have fun and pl

e horses, were seen pretty often on the road. The stre

y snow-ploughs at wor