13/54 It is strange that there are very few large towns in Norway; every peasant builds his house in the midst of his fields. The mountains are lower, the valley narrower, and the road is enclosed by wood or rocks. The water penetrates through countless fissures, but only in such small quantities as to cover the stones with a kind of veil. When the sun shines on these wet surfaces of rock, of which there are many and large ones, they shine like mirrors. I often met with solitary peasant-huts in the large gloomy forests, and they gave some life to the monotonous landscape. |