0Friday. 15th July [1881]—Syltebo, Romsdalsfjord
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15 July 1881 — Syltebo, Romsdalsfjord
Friday. 15th July [1881]. Henry went off at 7 A.M. to fish but caught nothing. Breakfast at 10. I spent the morng painting Henry’s big fish while he read. Monty & the Genl. went fishing– The Genl. brought home a fish. After dinner at 4 we all sat abt I superintended the placing of the big stones brought out of the cellar & then Monty & I sat out for a walk. The Genl. had gone to fish the lower part of the river. Henry had gone to Bjornes in the carriole & was to send the carriole to the bridge to wait for us. We had a lovely but rather hot walk thro’ the wood. Monty carried my coat wh I was obliged to take off. We were bothered by countless flies—but the pine wood was beautiful full of all kinds of flowers amongst wh were delicate trailings of Linnea Borealis. We found the carriole waiting for us & got in to drive to the Lake on the church side of the river. It became rather windy as we went along but it was still pleasant & we stopped to pick butterfly orchids and Solomon’s seal & bracken ferns– The view of lake when we got there was fine but not so extensive as from the other road. We met a man who was driving carts with logs of wood. He told Monty it was ash from over the lake & on its way to Molde. It was to be used in making matches. By the time we turned to go home the wind had increased. We were busy watching a little waterfall at the very top of the highest rocks wh appeared like smoke & was blown straight up in the air till we almost made up our minds that it was smoke. When we got near the bridge there came up a sudden whirlwind wh made me feel as if our light vehicle would be blown away & that it would not be pleasant crossing the bridge. Monty told me to take the opportunity of a lull to cross so on we went. On the other side of it came another gust wh caught my hat & hair & took my breath. We had to stop & Monty tied down my hat with my veil & we struggled on. The gusts were frequent and the dust came in clouds alternate with rain. All the waterfalls on the hill sides were blown abt & became mere clouds of vapour sometimes driven straight up in the air like clouds. We thought of the tents we had pitched near the house & expected to find they were all blown into the Fjord. We found that the Genl. had struck the big one for us & that the others were safe. Henry was anxiously awaiting our arrival having had to give up fishing almost as soon as he began on acct of the wind & to walk most of the way home. He was anxious abt our crossing the bridge. Had supper & went to bed with the wind howling at intervals & seeming to intend to sweep us from the face of the earth.

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