Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, No. 719: October 6, 1877Various
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Chambers's Journal of Popular Literature, Science, and Art, No. 719: October 6, 1877
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As these are quite an institution in Norway, they merit a few words
of description. Imagine a low light wooden conveyance, somewhat
spoon-shaped, with an upright splash-board in front, two very large
wheels, and a big apron buttoned down on both sides around the
traveller. A sensible conscientious cream-coloured pony is attached
to it in front; and behind, perched on a shaky projecting board, is a
fair-haired, sallow, phlegmatic-looking peasant, boy or man as may be,
who is called a _skyds-carl_. You may drive yourself, if you choose;
and if you do, you may possibly flatter yourself that you are lord, if
not of all you survey, yet still of the cream-coloured pony in front
of you, and may make the pace according to your liking. Never was a
greater mistake; the skyds-carl perched behind is that pony's master,
not you; and if he chooses to utter in a low tone bur-r-r-r-dar-r, you
may flog until you are weary; neither whipping nor coaxing will make
the sagacious creature quicken its pace an iota. The _stol-kjærre_
or country cart is a square wooden tray with large wheels, and a
low-backed seat across the centre, sometimes with and sometimes without
springs. The posting stations are more or less picturesque as regards
scenery, but are all built upon one plan, of red pine logs, around a
spacious yard, which may be tidy or untidy according to the taste of
the inmates. Barns or other outhouses form two sides of the square,
the house makes the third, and the fourth is supplied by the road.
The buildings are roofed very generally with sods of turf, forming a
plateau on which long grass and wild-flowers wave luxuriantly. The
food to be procured at these stations is good of its kind: salmon,
trout, reindeer venison, mutton; and wild-ducks in abundance if the
tourist can shoot them--all very tolerably cooked. By way of dessert,
there are wild raspberries, strawberries, and molteberries, a yellow
insipid fruit of a pale amber colour, which tastes like a rain-soaked
raspberry. The only bread to be procured at the up-country stations is
_flad-bröd_ to whose qualities Mr Arnold bears the following affecting
testimony: 'It is thin, dry, dusty, full of little bits of straw, and
quite tasteless, like the bottom of a hat-box with the paper torn off.'
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