"And no doubt you will not believe the story at this distance of years.

But the day is coming when people will look back on the little chronicle of your Empire,--your commune,--your republic, all your little affairs, and will say, 'Surely these things are myths; they occurred--if they occurred at all,--a very long time ago!" "Monsieur is a philosopher!" said Duprez, with a good-humored gesture; "I would not presume to contradict him." "You see, my lad," went on Gueldmar more gently, "there is much in our ancient Norwegian history that is forgotten or ignored by students of to-day.

The travellers that come hither come to see the glories of our glaciers and fjords,--but they think little or nothing of the vanished tribe of heroes who once possessed the land.

If you know your Greek history, you must have heard of Pythias, who lived three hundred and fifty-six years before Christ, and who was taken captive by a band of Norseman and carried away to see 'the place where the sun slept in winter.' Most probably he came to this very spot, the Altenfjord,--at any rate the ancient Greeks had good words to say for the 'Outside Northwinders,' as they called us Norwegians, for they reported us to be 'persons living in peace with their gods and themselves.' Again, one of the oldest tribes in the world came among us in times past,--the Phoenicians,--there are traces among us still of their customs and manners.

Yes! we have a great deal to look back upon with pride as well as sorrow,--and much as I hear of the wonders of the New World, the marvels and the go-ahead speed of American manners and civilization,--I would rather be a Norseman than a Yankee." And he laughed.
"There's more dignity in the name, at any rate," said Lorimer.