more horses at the next station
than here. Norway says we didn't send 'forbud,' which must be done
when more than three horses are wanted."

"Why didn't Ole send 'forbud,' then?"

"He said we had better go by boat part of the way; it would be easier.
But part of us can take the three horses that are ready, and go on
with them."

"I don't believe in separating."

"We are only a day and a half from Christiania, and we shall arrive by
Wednesday noon. The ship won't leave before that time."

So Burchmore was persuaded to submit to his fate like a philosopher,
which, however, was not considered very hard, when it was announced
that there was excellent fishing in the vicinity. It is to be feared
that Ole and the coxswain had created this hinderance themselves, for
the law of the country allows only three hours' delay in the
furnishing of horses. The farmers are compelled to supply them, and
doubtless twenty could have been provided in the time allowed, though
the young tourists were able to give twelve hours' notice. This,
however, did not suit the coxswain's purposes, and as he and Ole had
occupied the same cariole, there was no want of concert in their words
and actions. On Monday the students went a-fishing, paying a small sum
for a license to do so, though this is not necessary in all parts of
Norway. The united catch of the whole party was one salmon, taken by
Burchmore, and weighing about eight pounds. It was voted by the party,
before this result was reached, in the middle of the afternoon, that
fishing in Norway was "a first-class fraud." We heard of a party of
three, who fished two weeks, and caught eight salmon, though this want
of luck is the exception, rather than the rule, in the north.

As the party returned from their excursion, bearing the single trophy
of their patience, Clyde Blacklock discovered them. He was alarmed at
first, but when he recognized no one among them whom he had seen on
board of the ship, he concluded they did not belong to her.

"Good evening, sir," said he, addressing Sanford, who seemed to be the
chief of the excursionists. "You have been a-fishing?"

"Yes; and ten of us have one fish to show for a whole day's work,"
laughed the coxswain.

"Poor luck; but you seem to be sailors," continued the Briton.

"We belong to the ship Young America."

"Ah, indeed!"

"That's so."

In half an hour Clyde and Sanford were on excellent terms. The former,
when he learned that his new ac