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It's blowing up stiff

for a gale to-night.

Can one see the Rondë Hills from the sea?

No, how should you? They lie at the back of the snowfields.

Or Blåhö?

No; but from up in the rigging, You've a glimpse, in clear weather, of Galdhöpiggen.[1]

Where does Hårteig[1] lie?

[Pointing.]

About over there.

I thought so.

You know where you are, it appears.

When I left the country, I sailed by here; And the dregs, says the proverb, hang in to the last. [Spits, and gazes at the coast. In there, where the screes and the clefts lie blue,—