mm ■WitiMpai tMi i Wiii i yt iii i hiwrtiM f mmmmmit mmmm» \ r^sm .^•'^.s <•'-•? mr IRDLING THE GLOBE. GIRDLING THE GLOBE. FROM THE LAND OF THE MIDNIGHT SUN TO THE GOLDEN GATE. A RECORD OF A TOUR AROUND THE WORLD. By D. L. miller, Author of "Euroj)e atitl Bihlf Lamia/' ^'Seven Chuychts of Aaia/' *' Wanderings in Bihle Lands." PROFUSELY ILLUSTRATED. Mount Mcjkkis, III.: THE BRETHREN PUBLISHING HOUSE. 1898. Entered according to Act of Congress, in the year 1898, by D. L. MILLER, In the Office of the Librarian of Congiess, at Washington, D. C. All Rights Reserved. THE AUTHOR DEDICATES THIS BOOK TO THE CAUSE OF MISSIONS, AND TO THOSE WHO, BY GENEROUS GIFTS, HAVE MADE IT POSSIBLE TO SEND THE GOSPEL TO HEATHEN LANDS. TABLE OF CONTENTS. CHAPTER I. Across the Atlantic— London— The Palace of a Queen— Paris— Gilded Sin— Results of Infidelity, 15 CHAPTER II. To Scandinavia— Nordland— The Coast of Norway— Beautiful Scenery— The Love of the Norwegian for his Home— The Laplander— Home Life of the People — Eating Horse-flesh— The Sun at Midnight 37 CHAPTER III. Leaving the Northland — Through Germany— A Beautiful Valley — Schwarzenau and the Eder — Persecuted Reformers — The Rhine — Mayence to Cologne— The City of Worms and Luther's Denkmal— Lucerne— Climbing Rigi — William Tell — The Axenstrasse— The St. Gothard Railway — The Great Tunnel— Lombardy — Arrival at Milan, 69 CHAPTER IV. The Cathedral at Milan— Leonardo da Vinci— The Last Supper— Rome— Kissing the Foot of St. Peter— Pompeii— New Discoveries— An Ancient House — Corinth— Di- ogenes the Cynic— Paul the Apostle to the Gentiles— Athens — The Acropolis — The Market Place — Mars' Hill— Sunset on the Acropolis — Costumes of the Athe- nians— A Greek Soldier— Maid of Athens— A Peculiar Custom, g8 CHAPTER V. Athens to Smyrna — The "Unspeakable Turk"— The Massacre of the Armenians — An Agape or Love Feast in Smyrna— Mission Work — Fellow Pilgrims— The City of Figs — How Figs are Packed— A Trial of Patience — Sailing for the Holy Land — Beirut — An Evening Sail along the Coast of Tyre and Sidon — The Mountains of Lebanon— Mount Carmel— The Prophefs Test— At Jaffa, 136 CHAPTER VI. Landing at Jaffa— A Rough Sea— Dangerous Landing— Our Ebenezer— Railways in Palestine — The Threshing Floor— Unmuzzled Oxen— His Fan is in His Hand — The Gleaners— Lydda— The Effendi and his Wives— The Leprosy— Beth-shemesh and the Ark of the Covenant — Birthplace of Samson — Whited Sepulchres — Farm Life in Palestine— The Ownership of the Land— Casting Lots— The Lines are Fallen to me in Pleasant Places— The Ta.\ Gatherer 157 CHAPTER VII. Measuring Grain— Poverty of Jerusalem— Excavations— Gates Sunk in the Ground- Two Women Grinding at the Mill— The Shepherd and his Flock— Night on Olivet —A Jewish Funeral— The Ring's Wine Press— Eastward and Homeward— On to Egypt 180 viii TABLE OF CONTENTS. CHAPTER VIII. Port Said— Railway to Cairo— To tlie Pyramids— Camel Train— Farmers at Work- Casting Seed upon the Water— A Monopolistic Sheik— A Hard Climb— On the Summit— Smelling Salts and the Arabs— The Shame of Cairo— A Street Sleeper— On to India— The Red Sea— Aden and the Divers— The Arabian Sea— The Har- bor of Bombay 204 CHAPTER IX. A Welcome to Bombay— A Modern City— The Parsis— Fireworshipers— " The Res- taurant of the Vultures"— Towers of Silence— Old Bombay— The Bazaars— Full Jeweled Women— Excessive Jewelry— Rings in the Ears and Nose— Rings on Fingers and Toes— Pan Chewing Versus Tobacco, 233 CHAPTER X. Stability of Customs in India— The Sacred Animals— Worshiping the Cow— Bathing —The Hindus' Love for Animals— To Bulsar— The Cocoanut Toddy— Monkeys by the Way— Our Mission Home— A Good Work by a Noble Band of Workers- Hinduism— Caste— The Rajah and his Cabinet— High Caste Woman— Low Caste Woman— The Degradation of Idolaters 259 CHAPTER XI. Idolatry in India— The Fascination of Idol Worship— The Degradation of the People —Different Sects— The Mark on the Forehead— Branding the Body— The Daily Service Rendered to the Idol— Saktism a Synonym for Sensuality— Animal Wor- ship— The Hindus' Love for Animals— A Strange Case of Suicide— The Worship of Snakes— The Monkey God— Plant and Tree Worship 282 CHAPTER XII. Among the Common People— Manners and Customs— Burning the Dead— A Crema- tion at the Riverside— " Ram, Ram '" — Vain Repetitions— Sorrow Makes the World Akin— Burning of Widows— The Hindu Widow at the Judgment— Burning Ghat— Native Houses— Home Life of the Villagers— Daily Religious Service- Strict Observance of Rites and Ceremonies — The Parsi Offering his Evening Prayer— Woman Grinding at the Mill— Dress— Dhoti— Rings for the Arms and Legs— Untruthfulness of Natives 3i4 CHAPTER XIII. Interest in Indian People— Inquisitiveness— Cheap Labor— Bricklayers at Work- Human Sawmills— Marriage Ceremonies— Child Marriage— A Double Wedding- Pan and Flowers— The Bridegroom's Procession— Ceremonies— Large Sums of Money Expended— The Hindu Child— Namegiving Ceremony— Boring the Ears —A Visit to Col. Ansel — A Missionary Cocoanut Tree — Toddy — The Toddy Climber 34i CHAPTER XIV. Leaving Our Bulsar Home— Northward to Jeypore— Slaughter of Innocents— Man- Eating Tigers— The Sacred Crocodiles— The Idols in Jeypore— State Elephants— Agra— The Beautiful Taj Mahal— "An Elegy in Marble "—The Gateway— The Garden— The Marble Screen-Snake Charmers— Indian Jugglers— The Conjurer Khali Khan— Wonderful Feats— The Mango Tree— How the Trick is Performed — Claims to Supernatural Power Disproved • '^64 TABLE OF CONTENTS IX CHAPTER XV. Delhi — Lucknow— Cawnpore— The Indian Mutiny— The Peacock Throne— Memorial Well at Cawnpore— Savage Cruelty — Benares— Sleepino^ in Tents — The Sacred River Ganges — All Kinds of Gods lor Sale— Bathing in the Ganges — Earnestness of the Devotees — On the Ganges — " Purdah Women" — Image of the God Bhima — Faith-healing— Tlie Burning Ghats — Idols, Idols Everywhere — Christian(.') England Making Idols for India— Golden Temple — The Monkey Temple 388 CHAPTER XVI. From the City of Idols to the City of Palaces -The Man-eating Tigers of Bengal— Rich Farming Lands — India in Competition with the United States in Raising Wheat— The Indigo Plant— Process of Manufacturing the Dye— Opium Growing — Opium Introduced into China by the English— The Opium War — England's Greatest National Sin — Calcutta " City of Palaces "' — Asiatic Cholera — The Black Hole of Calcutta, 417 CHAPTER XVII. Calcutta to Darjeeling— An Upward Climb— Railroading above the Clouds — The Himalayan Mountains— A Grand View— The Ranjit River— .A Cane Bridge — The Bhooteas— The Prayer Wheel— Wind and Water Assist in Praying — Leaving Cal- cutta — The Hooghly River— Madras— The Juggernaut 442 CHAPTER XVIII. Madras to Colombo— The Isle of Spice— Peculiar Boats— The Beauty of Ceylon— The Jinrikisha — The Cinnamon Gardens — Nutmegs and Cloves — Cocoanuts — The Utility of the Cocoa Palm— Precious Stones— Pearl Fisheries 468 CHAPTER XIX. Off for Hong Kong— Til e Sea Captain's "Spicy Breezes"— The " Kaiser-i-Hind"— The Grouping of Passengers— Ship's Log from Colombo to Penang— Straits of Malacca— A Pleasant \'oyage— Singapore — Beauties of the Entrance to the Har- bor — Houses Built over the Water — The Sedan Chair — Botanical Gardens — Through the Streets of Singapore — The Shell Merchant— The Opium Dens— .\ Fearful Sight — Kava— On the China Sea — Sudden Stopping of the Ship's Engines — A Nerve-trying Experience— Hong Kong 4g6 CHAPTER XX. Short Stay in China— The Black Plague — " Pidgin English"— The Sedan Chair- Crowded Cities — Signboards — Houseboats — The Noonday Meal — A Strange Fashion — Small Feet 516 CHAPTER XXI. From China to Japan— A Staunch Steamer and a Rough Sea— Trusting in God— A Dangerous Coast— Nagasaki— General Grant's Tree— A Touching Incident— The Inland Sea of Japan — Kobe— .A Japanese Passport— Journey to Kyoto— The Po- liteness of the Japanese — The Ancient Capital of Japan— Historical — Will .\dams — Commodore Perry —The Japanese Dress— Absence of Jewelry— The Kyoto Jin- rikisha- The Temple of Kv.annon— One Thousand and One Images— The Bud- dha 531 TABLE OF CONTENTS. CHAPTER XXII. A Buddhist Temple— A Crowd of Worshipers— Selling Prayers— Plastering an Idol— The Liberality of the Idol Worshipers— Kinging a Bell to Awaken the God— The Food of the Gods— The Japanese Kago— Purchasing a Kimono— Japanese Chil- dren — From Kyoto to Yokohama — The Japanese Pipes — Letters from Home — Nikko the City of Temples— The Emperor's Bridge— General Grant's Modesty— A Japanese Hotel — Eating under Difficulties— The Sacred White Horse— Bean Selling— Tokio—" Oh, How I Wish I Could Feel an Earthquake! "—Our Experi- ence with Earthquakes— Destruction Wrought by the Quaking Earth— Earth- quake Houses— The Kingdom of Christ Shall Not Be Shaken, 536 CHAPTER XXIII. The Land of Flowers— The Flower Seller— The Chrysanthemum— Cherry Blossoms — Nothing but Leaves — The Cherry Blossom Festival— The Homeward Journey — Picking Up a Day— Honolulu— The Golden Gate— Home at Last, 587 IPK.EIT'J^CIE]. God permits some to travel and see the marvels of his works displayed in the creation of the world. Others are shut in by en\ironments which j^reclude all possibility of seeing even their own country. Those who can and do go are under obligation to those who remain at home. Recog- nizing this obligation, the writer feels constrained to give this record of a tour around the world. It is written with the hope that it will be helpful to those who read. God has given us the desire to know, and knowledge broadens the mind and gives one a higher conception of the might and power of the great Creator. The " we " used by the author includes his wife, who was his constant companion on the long journe)' around the globe, and who has been a constant inspiration to him in all his work. The record of northern Europe includes in part two journe}-s, and hitherto unpublished notes on both arc drawn upon. In these tours we traveled over fift\- thousand miles, visited four of the great divisions of the globe, pass- ing through twent\'-four different countries, kingdoms and empires. We spent nearly one hundred days at sea, sailing on more than thirty different ships. During the tours of a }ear and a half we enjo)-ed good health, and in ever\- respect the vo\-ages were pleasant and XI Xll PREFACE. profitable. W'c felt that God was with us, and to him we give praise for his wonderful f,roodncss to us. I gratefully acknowledge my indebtedness to authors whose works I have used and quoted, to Grant Mahan of Mount Morris College for valuable assistance rendered in preparing the work for the press, and to L. A. Plate for proof reading. The author takes this occasion to express his obliga- tions to the church and a generous public who have given such warm welcome to his preceding works. He believes the favor shown his books is in excess of their merit. This record is sent out to the world in the hope that it may do good and add to the sum total of human happiness. J, Mt. Morris, III., July i, iSg8. LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Page Street Scene in London 27 North Cape 36 Svartisen Glacier, Norway 43 A Whale, Norway 48 Roskilde, Denmark, 52 Malmo, Sweden 53 A Farmhouse, 55 The Milkman, 58 The Midnight Sun 65 Market Place, Halle 68 Market Women 7° Village of Schwarzenau, 71 The Bridge at Schwarzenau 72 Hotel at Schwarzenau 78 The Road to Schwarzenau, 79 Old Castles on the Rhine 80 Luther Monument 82 A Swiss Cottage 84 Lucerne, Switzerland 87 Tell's Monument 89 Fluelen, Switzerland 92 Tell's Chapel 93 The Axenstrasse, Switzerland, .... 94 A Swiss Village, 96 Milan Cathedral, 99 Leonardo da Vinci loi The Last Supper, 105 In the Ruins of Pompeii ic8 House of the Vertii, Pompeii no The Acropolis, Athens 113 Gateway to Market Place 117 Market Place, Athens, ........ 119 Mars' Hill, Athens 121 The Parthenon, Athens, 125 Shop in Athens 127 Greek Girl 129 A Greek Soldier, 133 Smyrna 137 Our Pilgrims at Smyrna, 144 (xiii) Page Tomb of Polycarp 145 Lunch in the Temple of Diana at Eph- esus 148 Jaffa iS6 The Threshing Floor 161 A Group of Lepers 165 The One-handled Plow, 178 Measuring Grain 181 Women Grinding at the Mill 185 The Shepherd and his Flock 1S9 Abana, Damascus 192 Fishing in Galilee 194 Ishmaelites, 195 King's Wine Press, Jerusalem 198 Natives by the Wayside 201 A Camel Train 206 Farmers at Work in Egypt 20S A Hard Climb. — Pyramid in Egypt, . 209 The Pilgrims on Top of Clieops, . . .211 Mounted Pilgrims 212 In the Ezbekiyeh Gardens, Cairo, . . 214 A Street Sleeper 215 Donkey Riding in Cairo 218 Water Wheel, Egypt, 219 Depot, Bombay 232 A Group of Parsis 236 Parsi Girls 239 Towers of Silence 243 A Festival in Bombay, Native Street, . 249 Goldsmith at Bombay, 253 Full Jeweled 255 The Rajah and Cabinet 267 Hindu Girl 271 Tamping the Streets 27; Ganesa, the Elephant-headed God, . . 285 Brahman Family 289 An Idol 295 The Four-headed Brahma 299 Offering to an Idol, 309 XIV LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. Funeral Pyre 315 Burning Ghat, Benares 321 A Native Hut, 325 A Kraliman at Prayers 330 Natives with Mill, 333 Tamil Woman 353 Indian Ox Cart 357 The Toddy Climbers 361 Entrance to Taj Garden 369 The Taj Mahal 373 Tomb Screen, Taj Mahal, . ..... .377 Snake Charmer 380 An Hindu Holy Man, 386 Memorial Well, Cawnpore 393 Bathing at Benares 401 The Golden Temple 411 Swami Bhaskara Naud Saraswati, Holy Man of Benares 415 Native Preachers in a Village 436 Darjeeling. — Himalayan Peaks in the Distance 447 Bridge over the Ranjit 450 Banian Tree, Calcutta, 456 Kali and her Demon Spouse, .... .457 Milk Sellers, Madras, 462 Temple of Juggernaut 464 Native Prince, Southern India 467 The Jinrikisha 471 Elephants, Ceylon, 479 Kandy, Island of Ceylon, 4S1 jTempIe of Dalada, Kandy 485 Tea Pickers 4S7 Traveling in China 501 Hong Kong, China 5n Traveling in China 519 Street in Hong Kong, 523 A Chinese Woman 527 Japanese Ladies in Winter Dress, . . 541 The Japanese Jinrikisha 545 Temple of 1000 Gods, Kyoto 549 Buddha Daibutsu 553 Japanese Temple Ground, 558 Kago, Japanese Traveling Chair, . . . 563 Japanese Boys Carrying Babies. ... 567 Sacred Bridge, Nikko 573 Effects of Earthquake 577 Village Destroyed by Earthquake, . . 581 Earth Opened by Earthquake, .... 585 The Flower Seller 585 The Chrysanthemum Garden 593 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. CHAPTER I. Across the Atlantic — London — The Palace of a Queen — Paris — Gilded Sin — Results of Infidelity. It was on a bright, beautiful May day morninf^ in 1895 that we left our pleasant home in the embowered village of Mount ]\Iorris for our tour around the world. Eastward we took our course, and the very moment we started from home our homeward journey began. Whether we sailed across the broad Atlantic, or on the North, the Baltic, the Adriatic, the /Egean, the Mediterranean, the Red, the China or the Yellow Sea, or on the Indian or Pacific Ocean, we said to each other so many, many times, as we thought of native land and of loved ones there, " Every day's travel takes us nearer home." When we traveled overland through England, and northward to the " Land of the Midnight Sun," and southward through German}-, and over the snowy heights of Switzer- land, and the sunny plains of Italy, and the vine-clad hills of Greece, and the sacred mountains and plains of the Holy Land, and the fruitful valley of the Nile, and rmong the teeming millions of India, and the spice is- lands of the Southern Seas, — wherever we wandered, — there was always present with us the happy thought. We are going home. Heretofore on our travels we have had, when starting, an obiec*^ive point, and when it was reached U5J l6 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. \vc bc[^an our return voyage. But on this journey we continue our course eastward and homeward until, the Lord willing, we land at San Francisco, and, still pursuing our eastward way, finally reach our home again. We are impressed with the thought that our journey is some- thing like the great voyage of life which we are all mak- ing. There is no turning back. Onward is the word, until, if we follow the compass and chart of God, the goal is won and the haven of eternal rest is entered. Leaving New York in the springtime, on one of the big North Atlantic boats with some five hundred cabin passengers aboard, is like starting out on a summer pleas- ure trip. The "floating palace" moves almost imper- ceptibly down the river. You are conscious of motion only because the buildings on both shores are moving backward. Presently New York, with its throbbing pul- sations of busy commercial and social life, is left behind. Now the ship's speed is increased, and the grass-covered hills of Staten Island, the summer resorts with their barn- like hotels, and the Atlantic highlands, rich in foliage and verdure, flit by in quick succession. Then, when you begin to feel that the boat should land you on some greensward, for a day's rambling and meditation, you are out at sea and suddenly awaken to the fact that you have the broad Atlantic before you and that many days must pass before you see land again. Land again! How one longs for the sight of it as the days glide into weeks, with only sea and sky to look upon. The eyes grow weary seeking in vain for something fixed upon which to rest. There is something about the sight of land under such circumstances, that, as some one has said, "supplies a want that nothing else can fill." Whether it be your own coast or some foreign land. CO o GCZ ON BOARD THE PARIS. I7 it is all the same. The cry of " Land ho! " brings to the upper deck even the invalid who has not left his cabin during the entire voyage. How you feast your eyes as they rest on the solid earth, for there is no such thing as resting your eyes on the sea. It is much too active and restless to afford rest. The sight of land brings to you a joyous, hopeful, restful feeling, that is pleasant to enjoy. We heard of a young man who emerged from his cabin, as the ship entered New York harbor, to dis- cover what all the other passengers knew, that the ship was in full sight of land. He gave a shout of glad re- lief and pleasure. "That," he cried, pointing to the west, "is Staten Island; but that," pointing to the right, "is LAND." I quote from my diary June 19, 1895: At nine A. M. we boarded the " Paris " in New York harbor. A great throng of visitors crowded the deck and rooms of the great ship. Fifteen hundred, we were told, were on board for the voyage. These, with the visitors, made the throng so great that it was impossible to move about. At ten the signal was given for visitors to go ashore, and at eleven the voyage began. This is my seventh voyage across the Atlantic, and, as we sail out upon the uncertain sea, I wonder how it will end. " Life giving, death giving, which shall it be? O breath of the merciful, merciless sea." Hitherto I have always had some feeling of anxiety as to the result of my sea voyages. Now I am entirely free from care. It rests in God's hands, and, whatever comes, all will be well. The evening shades darken the sea and I go to rest with this prayer: l8 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. "The day is ended, ere I sink to sleep My weary spirit seeks repose in thine, Father, forgive my trespasses and keep This httle life of mine. » " With loving-kindness curtain thou my bed, And cool in rest my weary pilgrim feet; Thy pardon be the pillow for my head. So shall my rest be sweet. " At peace with all the world, dear Lord, and thee. No fears my soul's unwavering faith can shake. All's well, whichever side the grave fcr me The morning light may break." The " Paris " has fifteen hundred souls on board, "and still there's room for more," was said of our ship. By crowding a little, here and there, two thousand men and women may be carried across the ocean on this great American liner. Think of a country town with a popu- lation of two thousand, with its life and activity. The " Paris " would provide comfortable quarters for every soul, and have room and to spare for all their personal effects in her gigantic hold, and would take them all across the Atlantic at one time. Our voyage was delightfully pleasant. Two days we enjoyed a stiff breeze. This gave those who were not good sailors an opportunity to become acquainted with the ogre of ocean, — seasickness. But few escape the dread malady. Then came days of calm weather and smooth seas, and everybody was happy and contented. A glorious sunset at sea. The only one of the kind I ever witnessed. Low down on the western horizon a bank of clouds, tipping the water's edge, waited the declining god of day. As the sun touched the upper border of fleecy clouds, the effect of gold and crimson on sea and sky was most gorgeous. Through a rift in the clouds LANDING AT SOUTHAMPTON. I9 the brilliant white light flashed through crimson and gold, making a pathway of golden light on the Gca, reaching to the open gateway of glory in the clouds. It seemed as if the everlasting gates were lifted up for the entrance of the expected King of Glory. A gentle bree.^.e made the sea all tremulous, and the tiny wavelets reflected the light as would a million mirrors. It was a scene of inde- scribable beauty, once beheld never to be forgotten. Those who saw it were deeply impressed, and from many a heart went up adoration to God who painted this marvelou3 scene. Then the twilight and darkness came, shutting out from vision sky and sea. But the wonderful picture was ours. Surely " a thing of beauty is a joy forever." Our Atlantic voyage is ended. The "Paris" is made fast to the pier at Southampton, England. A few hasty farewells are said to ship friends, a nominal examination of our baggage is made by polite and accommodating custom ofificers, and we are seated in the cars ready to start for London. Seven days and a half from the harbor at New York to the landing at Southampton, A safe, pleasant voyage. The Lord was with us all the way, and brought us to our desired haven. May he abide with us all our journey through, and be with us when our earthly pilgrimage ends, as soon it must, for the shadows are lengthening. London! A city of five and a half million souls, with half a million or more houses, great and small, including fourteen hundred churches and seven thousand five hun- dred drinking saloons, with streets and roads in aggregate that would reach from New York to San Francisco and back again to Chicago, and which are lighted by more than a million gas lamps; a city whose inhabitants eat annually over seventeen million bushels of wheat, two and 20 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. a quarter million beeves, sheep and hogs, making an an- nual meat bill of two hundred and fifty million dollars, drink fifty-five million gallons of beer, wine and spirits, and burn eight million tons of coal; a city with more Irish than in Dublin, with more Roman Catholics than in Rome, and more Jews than in Palestine; a city older than the Christian era, whose history is the history of the rise and progress of the English-speaking race, and in which laws are enacted that govern empires and countries in all parts of the world, — such a city is the world's great metropolis, — the City of London. It has been said that to see London is to see the world, but, having seen neither the world nor London, we are not prepared to say whether the saying is correct. It is true we have spent some weeks in the city, and have visited a number of its most interesting places; we have seen something of its streets and great public buildings, and of its rushing, mighty tide of business life; we have seen something of its misery and wretchedness, as we have met a few of its one hundred and fifty thousand beggars and paupers on the streets; we have seen or rather felt its fog, but we have not seen the city; that would take months instead of weeks. In London we heard two of the world's noted preach- ers. Dr. Parker and Canon Farrar. Dr. Parker is an in- teresting speaker and a deep thinker. He has a command- ing presence and a magnetism that carries his audience with him. He speaks with great deliberation, and con- stantly impresses one with the thought that he is using only a small portion of his power. Once or twice during the sermon to which we listened, he burst forth in a strain of fiery eloquence that revealed his real power. His au- dience appeared to be electrified b\- these outbursts. His Canon farrar. 5i lani^Liai^e is well chosen and full of beautiful figures. Here is one. Speaking of the grave, he asked, with a ris- ing inflection of the voice, "What is the grave?" and then pausing a moment, so that the question might have its full force on the audience, he answered in a voice full of pathos, " A wound made in the earth by the metal of death." Again, speaking of men who deny God, he asked, "What is a man without God?" The answer was full of scathing contempt, "A circumference without a center; a poor, vain attempt to be a circle, contorted, twisted, vanishing into nothing." The tone of voice in which these words were uttered made them wonderfully effective. His sermon was full of sharp, bristling points, and they were put in such language that his audience could easily understand. Whatever may be said of Dr. Parker's the- ology and of his orthodoxy, he certainly has a wonderful power in the pulpit. Canon Farrar, the celebrated author and leading min- ister in the Established Church of England, is as different from Dr. Parker as it is possible for two men to be. He is of medium stature, with a full, round face, and speaks rather rapidly, without any attempt at oratory. He is a man of great learning, and carries his scholastic attain- ments with him into the pulpit. He preaches to members of both Houses of Parliament, and whenever he preaches he has among his auditors members of the English no- bility and oftentimes of the royal family. In the center of the church is a seat reserved for Americans. We lis- tened with much interest to his thirty-minute sermon. It was a learned dissertation on the philosophy of the laws of nature, and abounded in fine passages. It was a learned, finished discourse, intensely intellectual and full of deep thought, but to us it seemed like a cut diamond, polished 22 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. and sparkling, but cold and lifeless. There was in it much food for the intellect, but very little for the heart and soul. At St. Paul's, London's great cathedral, we heard the Dean read the Episcopal service. It was in the highest degree formal, for the service " is High Church." It was the very aristocracy of religious service; cold, formal, and dignified. From St. Paul's to the Salvation Army hall is but a short distance, but the contrast is striking enough to make one feel that he has entered another world. There the rich appointments, the millions of wealth, and the quiet reserve and cold dignity character- istic of the "High Church" service; here the loud talk, the aba?idon, the swelling song service, the hearty " God bless you " and amens, the testimony of the lowly to the saving power of Jesus, the tears of the penitent, and all the zeal and earnestness characteristic of Salvation Army methods. There the men and women of wealth, of proud family titles; here the fallen of the street, the poor of London's teeming millions. Could contrast be greater? If Christ were to come to London to-da}', where would you expect to find him? Would }-ou go to St. Paul's Cathedral, among the rich and mighty, to search for him, or would you go among the poor and lowly? London presents many sad sights, but the saddest to us was a woman staggering along the streets in a state of intoxication. We saw women in other parts of Europe hitched with dogs to carts; v/e saw them dragging harrows across ploughed fields, but seeing them thus did not touch our hearts as did the sight of the drunken woman of Lon- don. We have always given woman a high place in the world, and have had a high appreciation of her worth and influence. After due reflection, at a time of life when mere sentiment enters not so largely into an estimate WINDSOR PALACE. 23 of the formative influences upon my own life, I set it down as my best judgment, that whatever good may come of my having lived in this world, is largely due to the in- fluence of two of the nearest and dearest friends I have ever known, — wife and mother. The one has long since gone to her rich reward, the other is still with me, my constant companion in all my wanderings, my ever-ready helper in time of need; in the fullest and truest sense of the word, my better half. How it saddens the heart to see a woman reeling from a dram shop! But why? Does she not have the same right to drink, chew and smoke that her brother does? Abstractly the answer is yes, but we do thank God that she is so much purer, so much truer, and so much better in every way, that she stands immeasurably above man in these things. But when she does fall from her high place, what a fall there is! The home of the Queen is to be found at Windsor Palace, twenty-one miles from London, and it is the fa- vorite home of Victoria, England's most honored ruler. A day spent here took us away from the smoke and fog of London. The royal family was absent and the palace was open to visitors who had secured, from the Lord Chamberlain, permission to enter. Without difficulty the necessary papers were secured, and we were admitted to the royal residence. Thirty-four years ago Prince Albert, the husband of Queen Victoria, died, and since then she has lived in widowhood. For many years she secluded herself from society and mourned for her departed husband. To his memory she has erected within the Castle walls a me- morial chapel bearing her husband's name, where he sleeps his last sleep. It stands as one among the most beautiful structures in the world, a monument of wifely love and 24 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. queenly devotion. "The interior, beautiful with colored marble, mosaics, sculpture, stained glass, precious stones and gilding in extraordinary profusion and richness, must certainly be numbered among the finest works of its kind in the world. The ceiling is fan-shaped and vaulted, and is composed of Venetian enamel mosaics, representing angels bearing devices relating to the Prince, and with shields symbolical of the Passion. At the sides of the west entrance are two marble figures representing the Angels of Life and Death. The walls are decorated with a series of pictures of Scriptural subjects, inlaid with col- ored marbles in which twenty-eight different kinds of marble have been used. About each scene is a white marble medallion of a member of the royal family, while between them are bas-reliefs, emblematical of the virtues. Round the edges of the pictures are smaller reliefs in white and red marble, and other ornamentation. Below the mar- ble pictures is a dark green marble bench; and the floor, which is very handsome, is also of colored marble. The stained glass windows exhibit ancestors of the Prince, while those in the chancel represent Scriptural subjects. The wall behind the altar is covered with reliefs and is inlaid with colored marble, malachite, porphyry, lapis lazuli, and alabaster, having for their subject the resur- rection. Rubies, emeralds, and other precious stones are set in great profusion in the walls. In the center of the chapel is the cenotaph, or monument of the Prince. It consists of a handsome sarcophagus of colored marble enriched with reliefs. On top of the coffin is a re- cumbent figure of the Prince in white marble." Thus writes an unknown author, and the picture is not over- drawn. An immense sum of money was expended on the structure. Victoria visits the place very often and kneels STATE APARTMENTS. 25 to pray at the tomb of the husband whose memory she still reveres, althoui^^h he has been dead more than a third of a century. The Queen's palace is beautiful, and its rich splendor cannot well be described. It is the home of an earthly sovereign upon whose dominion the sun never sets. She is deeply loved for her virtues by her people and is the most honored ruler in Europe. Her private apartments are to be seen only by special permission during the ab- sence of the sovereign. They are most handsomely and sumptuously fitted up. All that money and art could do has been done to decorate and beautify the Queen's pri- vate home, and England, or even Europe, can show nothing finer or more artistic than these rooms. In them is to be seen a fine collection of rare china, of oriental, Chelsea, and Sevres manufacture, rich mediaeval and ori- ental cabinets of curious design and workmanship, heavy gold and silver plate of great value, fine oil paintings, the work of the masters, and costly furniture, making al- together the finest private residence in Europe. The state apartments are finely decorated v;ith paint- ings and hung with tapestry, and are rich in fine carvings and gilt work. The entire suite of rooms, ten in number, is richly and expensively furnished. Costly tapestry, representing the story of Esther and Mordecai, and fine paintings, the work of the world's great artists, cover the walls and ceilings. The floors are of polished oak, cov- ered in many places with expensive rugs and velvets. We enter the audience chamber and pass through room after room until we reach the throne room, one of the most richly-furnished rooms in the palace. In one of the apartments we were shown the presents sent to the Queen in 1887, when she celebrated the golden anniversary of 26 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. her reign. The crowned heads of Europe vied with each other in sending costly gifts. The entire collection, con- sisting of vases, plate, and many other articles, is made of solid gold in the highest style of the goldsmith's art, and is of immense value. Back again to London with its fog and smoke. It is said the fog is so thick at times that one may stick his umbrella into it and hang his hat on the handle; but this statement must be taken with some degree of allowance. London is by far the busiest city in Europe, or, for that matter, in the world. We passed up and down High Hol- born Street a number of times, and the moving mass of cabs, omnibuses, wagons, carts, and humanity, was a con- stant surprise to us. Two great moving processions press- ing on constantly, the one east, the other west, resemble two great rivers, flowing forever onward. At the street crossing policemen stand, and every few minutes stop the mighty procession to allow other smaller streams to cross High Holborn, and then the street is blocked for miles. Start- ing up and stopping, the procession moves on. And so the great throng rushes on from Monday morning until Satur- day night, — a great moving mass of humanit}-. The rich and the poor jostle each other on the busy streets, and oh how many haggard faces, upon which are drawn in deep lines the story of sin and miser\', one sees in the great throng! Here are boys and girls picking up a liv- ing on the streets, into whose darkened lives no sunshine ev- er comes. The pinched features of want and poverty, the hardened expressions of sin and crime on prematurely old faces, are to be met on every hand. The picture is dark enough and stands out in darker contrast when compared with the lavish expenditure of money at Windsor. Booth has not overdrawn the picture in his " Darkest England." STREET SCENE IN LONDON. V Cb-auncey M. Depew says that one may see more wretchedness and misery in London than any other city in STREET SCENE IN LONDON. the world; and he might have given the cause, — seven thou- sand five hundred drinking places dealing out misery and 28 CIRDLIXC; THE CLOBE. ruin, many of thcni t\\cnl\'-four hours a day for 365 days in the year. Take out of London the seven thousand five hun- dred saloons and the results of the work they have done, and \ou might write the word "brightest " instead of " dark- est" before Britannia's favorite name. But why pursue the theme further? We have the same evil at home in almost every hamlet, village, town and city in America. Oh when will the day come when the saloon power will be wiped from the face of the earth? God speed the day! From London to Paris, by way of Dover and Calais, is a day's journey, provided )'ou count in a portion of the night. So it was three years ago when we made the jour- ney. One is glad to get away from the rush and roar of trade and commerce, the grimy atmosphere, and the suffer- ing mass of poverty-stricken humanity in London. It was a real pleasure to leave it all, to breathe once more the pure country air, and catch a glimpse of the bright sunlight fall- ing on green fields. Old England, as seen from the car windows — and, outside of London, this was our only means of observation — is a beautiful country. Well-kept country houses, highly-cultivated farms, with here and there the battlements of an old castle nestling in groves of ancient oaks, beautiful green lawns, bright with rich-colored flowers, hedges trimmed and pruned to wonderful evenness and smoothness, fields without waste places, fine-looking herds of thorough-bred cattle quietly grazing on the rich pasture land, men and women, boys and girls, at work gathering in the late fall crops, — all this we saw like a fleeting panorama as we rushed across the country sorrxC sixty miles from London to Dover. At one place, not far from a way station, we saw a pack of English hounds in full hue and cry after a fox. Follow- ing the hounds, on horseback, were a number of the Eng- ENGLISH HOUNDS. 29 lish gentry. They rode at full speed across the fields, their well-trained hunting horses clearing hedges and ditches at a single leap and keeping well up with the hounds. The fox was far in the lead, and we confess our sympathies were all on the side of renard. To see a pack of twenty great muscular hounds, and as many more strong men, mounted on fleet horses, at break-neck pace chasing a little animal across the country, under the name of sport, is a spectacle in which the larger animal does not, it seems to us, appear to the best advantage. It is considered fine sport, but it is hard on the peasant farmers, whose growing crops and ploughed fields must suffer, and he has no recourse. He mutters and grumbles, and hides his resentment as well as he can, he repairs as far as possible the damage done, and toils on in his weary work. Thus the strong override the weak,. and the feeling of resentment grows stronger and stronger until some day it bursts forth, and bloodshed and revolution result. So history repeats itself, and in the end the heel of the oppressor becomes one of the means that bring liberty to the downtrodden of earth. From England to France in seventy minutes, by the Channel steamer, is the usual time if the wind and waves are propitious. But what a change the voyage of seventy min- utes makes in one's surroundings. A new people, and a new language, which, at first, seems a very Babel to us. The few words of French we had stored away for this occa- sion don't seem to have a place among the strange sounds we hear. The question, ''Parka voiis FrancaisT' (Do you speak French?) coming from a Frenchman's lips, does not sound at all as it is written. We listen and wait for a famil- iar sound, a word or phrase that we understand, and then give it up. One phrase we had learned. Showing our tickets to a 30 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. conductor we remarked: ^'^ Dcfc7ise de fiuncry and he at once took us to a compartment set apart in one of the cars for those who do not smoke. On our railways at home cars are set apart for smokers. In Europe smoking is so general that compartments are provided for those who do not smoke, and a notice to the effect that smoking is forbidden is posted on the door. We learned, after enduring tobacco smoke for some time, to look for the compartment where smokers are not allowed to enter. So far as the phrases "No smoking" and "Smoking forbidden" are concerned, we became quite a linguist, and we give them in the differ- ent languages for the benefit of those who may have occa- sion to use them. Danish, Ikkc Rogcrc ; Swedish, Rokniiig Forbjiidcn ; German, Niclit RaucJien; Holland, Ncit Roaken ; Yxt.vic\\., Defense de Fiiiner ; Italian, E proibito di fuinare. The City of the Napoleons, Paris, has a population of two and a quarter million. One sees the impress of the Bonapartes on every hand in this modern city of splendor and sin. You are reminded again and again of the First Consul and his ambitious nephew, Napoleon III. The fine streets and alleys, the grand boulevards and open squares, the beautiful gardens and magnificent palaces, the splendid monuments and arches of triumph are what these rulers made them. Short of destruction, come what may to the City of Paris, the name of Napoleon will live within her gates. It was the ambition of Napoleon III. to make of Paris what Nebuchadnezzar succeeded in making of Baby- lon so many centuries ago, — the most beautiful and magnif- icent city in all the world. Such was his success that the capital of France easily holds the palm and is without rival either in the Old or New World. Paris is, above all else, a city of pleasure and sin. Her ever thronging and surging crowd of humanity is large- PARIS. 31 ly made up of pleasure seekers. She sits as the mistress of fashion, and the mandates of her one-time man-milliner, Worth, were followed all over the civilized world with a zeal worth}' a better cause. Fashion rules, and the people seem intent on having a good time. The streets, squares and public gardens are made to satisfy the desire for pleasure. They are studded w ith costly monuments and life-like stat- uary. You may count a hundred life-size figures in marble, adorning the palace of Louvre. The garden of the Tuiler- ies, in the heart of Paris, contains seventy-four acres. It is laid out in the most beautiful flower gardens. Its prome- nades, the finest in all the world, are lined with chestnut, linden and plane trees. It is adorned with numberless ba- sins, flowing fountains and statues. Life-size, nude human figures, cut from pure white marble, abound on every hand. An eminent author says there is enough nude statuary ex- posed in Paris to send, in a few years, " any city in Europe into the damnation of the foulest social hell." In Paris sin has no covering. It is open and brazen-fronted. The very customs of society present it openly to the world. The drinking saloon has no screen before its door, or shades at its windows. Its doors are thrown wide open, and much of the drinking is done at small tables under awnings on the sidewalk. At some of the large drinking-saloons you may often count a hundred men and women, seated pro- miscuously at tables, drinking, talking, laughing, and hav- ing, as they call it, " a good time." Men and women who are looked upon as moral outcasts by all good people are here petted and flattered. The moral statistics show a state of affairs that " only suggests the enormity of the vice and shame covered by the show and splendor of this proud City of Napoleon that was." The cause of this social pollution is not hard to find. S2 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. The teachings of Voltaire, Rousseau and other infidel writ- ers had a powerful influence on the minds of the French. The influence of Christianity was weakened, and Reason was enthroned as the God of Paris. One of the oldest and most noted churches in the city, Notre Dame, was converted into a Temple of Reason, and within this temple of philos- ophy was raised (after the Greek style, adorned with busts of Voltaire, Rousseau and others), a statue representing Reason seated on a throne, receiving in state the worship of her votaries. Prostitutes clothed in white, with torches in their hands, surrounded the inner temple, while in the side chapels sacrifices were offered, accompanied with the wildest revelry and the most disgraceful orgies. It was the teaching of the infidels, carried to its logical conclusions. The final result of this teaching may be read in the Reign of Terror, at the close of the last century, which del- uged the streets of Paris a hundred times with blood. The Commune, guided only by the teachings of infidelity, sacked, robbed and murdered at their own free will, and Paris paid the penalty of a city that forgets God. But the spirit of unbelief did not die out with the restoration of or- der, and it has come down to the close of another century. In 1 8/ I the Commune again ruled for a brief period, again blood flowed like water, and to-day the city is cursed by the influences set at work more than a hundred years ago by infidel teachers. Nominally, the great mass of the people are Roman Catholics; practically, there is but little of the true spirit of the religion of Jesus of Nazareth to be found in this beautiful, pleasure-loving city. Take for example the Christian Sabbath. There is, strictly speaking, no such day known in Paris. The first day of the week is the one, more than all others, devoted to business and pleasure. Dance-houses, drinking-saloons, PLAGUE SrOT OF EUROPE. 33 theaters, and all like places of public amusement are open all the day. In flaminj^ handbills and in the newspapers horse races and public games are advertised to take place on that day. Business houses are all kept open, and we were told that Sunday is the great business and pleasure day in the City of Paris, and that more business is transact- ed on that day than on any other day of the week. From what we saw of the great crowds of people on the streets, we did not for a moment doubt the truth of the statement. In this respect the contrast between London and Paris is very great. In the former cit}- tlie Lord's Day is strictly observed. Stores, shops, restaurants and all places of busi- ness are closed, and the streets have a quiet and deserted look, but in Paris the people go out on Sunday for business and pleasure. Many wealthy Americans send their sons and daughters to Paris to finish their education. Dr. Hott, who looked in- to the social condition of the cit\', sa}-s: " I cannot see how Christian Americans can send their daughters here to be educated, unless they first lose their regard for common decency and purity of morals." Socially, it is the plague spot of Europe, and some day it will again pay a terrible price for its sin and corruption, the fruit of infidelity. His- tory shows how great a loss humanity suffers when the in- fluence of the Bible and Christianity is weakened or lost, and just as surely as infidelity has made of Paris what she is, just so surely will the teachings of Ingersoll and his dis- ciples, if they prevail, produce similar results in our own beloved America. May that day never come to our own prosperous country! To us, one of the most discouraging phases of Parisian life is the almost total lack of homes. The hotel and boarding-house take the place of one among the most sa- 34 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. cred, and, so far as its influence goes, one of the best insti- tutions in the world, — the Christian home. In Paris, homes, as we know them, scarcely exist. Indeed, the term is not found in the French language, neither has it an equivalent for that most endearing word, home. Feeling the need of the word the French have borrowed it from the English. To those who regard the Christian home as the most sacred place in this world, and around which cluster so many happy memories that are never forgotten, it seems almost incredible that people should live without homes in the true sense of the word. Doubtless to the fact that there are no real homes in Paris may be attributed, at least to some extent, the low condition of the morality of the city. Young people marry and instead of setting up house- keeping and making a home for themselves, they set up an establishment at a hotel or boarding-house, and the idea of a home is entirely lost. The evils of the system are appar- ent to any one who will take time to think upon and study the question. The same system is gaining in some of our American cities, and it will surely be a sad day for us when our homes are given up for the uncertainties of hotel and boarding-house life. u CHAPTER II. To Scandmavia — Nordland — The Coast of Noriuay — Bcatitiful Scenery — The LoTe of the A'oriuegian for his Home — The Lap- lander — Home Life of the People — Eating Horse-flesh — The Sun at Midnight. " And then up rose before me, Upon the water's edge, The huge and haggard shape Of that unknown North Cape, Whose form is like a wedge." A jouRXEY from the City of Gilded Sin to the homes of the common people in Scandinavia affords a most strikin<:^ contrast and gives one a feeling of indescribable relief. It is like leaving a hothouse with its damp, heavy, steamy air and going out into God's glorious sunlight and pure free at- mosphere. The journe)' takes us on our way to the " Land of the Midnight Sun." It means a run bv rail through France, Belgium and Germany to Kiel, and it may be made in twenty-four hours by fast train, ScJincllzug, as the Ger- mans say. At Kiel a steamer awaits your arrival, ready to take you across an arm of the East Sea to Korsor, and you are in Denmark. Dane, Swede, and Norwegian have those sterling quali- ties which make home and home life possible. Thrice we traveled through the Northern Peninsula of Europe, and were much impressed w ith the honesty, piety and morality of the people. One should see the coast with its mountains and fjords, from Bergen to North Cape, as we saw it in 1892, and then travel by railway and private conveyance up (37) 38 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. and down and across the country, as we did on this and pre- ceding tours, in order to become acquainted with country and people. Going back to my notebook I find this written: I was much interested in noting the vegetation as we traveled northward. Wheat grows and produces a fair yield up to the 64th degree of north latitude. Rye, the universal crop in Scandinavia, with oats and barley, is harvested nearly as far north as the 70th degree. Great forests of spruce and pine are to be found in Norway; and the wood is especially valuable, owing to the fact that in this high latitude timber is of slow growth, which makes it stronger and firmer. The rings which mark its annual increase in size are very close together. The fir, the spruce, the white birch, beech, oak and maple also abound in the forests of the North. Plums abound as far north as 64 degrees, and apples almost up to the Arctic circle, while cherries are found even beyond the line that separates the temperate from the frigid zone. Gooseberries, currants, strawberries and raspberries may be found north of Hammerfest, at North Cape, 71° 10.' In addition to the warm ocean current which modifies the climate of Scandinavia, the long Arctic summer days are helpful in ripening grain and fruit. In midsummer the sun does not go below the horizon from the middle of May until in August, and the continuous sunshine forces vegeta- tion very rapidly. It is noticeable that the leaves on the same species of maple are mucli larger here than farther south. The entire coast of Norway, from Bergen to North Cape, is a great chain-like archipelago with thousands of mountain islands. The sea cuts into the mainland, and the larger islands form what are called, in Norwegian, fjords, or arms of the sea. Many of the fjords are very large, that of NORWEGIAN FJORDS. 39 Trondhjem being 120 miles long and of considerable width. Our ship's course northward carried us over the waters of the great arms of the sea, among the thousand islands with their great mountain walls rising abruptly from the sea, in height from one to three thousand feet. The scenery pre- sented, as we coast along the rockbound shores of Norway, baffles description. In grandeur it does not compare with our own old Rockies or with the Alps of Switzerland, but it has a rough, rugged beauty which is all its own, and which we have never seen equaled. If the great valleys of the Rockies could be filled with water fifty fathoms deep and then opened one into another so as to be navigable, we should have the coast of Norway reproduced, only on a much larger and grander scale. We are having most delightful weather for our northern trip. The days and nights, if half daylight can be called night, are wonderfully bright and clear. One of the beau- ties of the Arctic region is the clear atmosphere. The cap- tain of our ship tells us that we are having unusually fine weather, and that rain is quite common at this season of the year, which sadly mars the interest of the trip; but, except the first day, we ha\e had bright, clear weather since we left Trondhjem. In the pure atmosphere every mountain peak is sharply and distinctly cut, and the lights and shadows formed are a study for an artist. The fjords at many places have the appearance of great inland lakes, walled in on all sides by precipitous mountains of bleak granite. The water is as smooth as glass, and the ship glides steadily over its unruffled surface. We are shut in by mountains and no opening appears by which we are to go forward on our voyage. At last a break in the moun- tain wall is seen, the ship, obedient to her rudder, which is in the hands of a trusty pilot, glides into a great gorge on- 40 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. ly wide enough to allow her free passage, and we enter an- other open fjord; and this ever-changing scenery continues for a thousand miles. We are led over and over again to express our wonder and admiration at the wonderful works of the Lord, and here on the rocky coast of Norway we have sermon after sermon preached to us that we shall never forget. Upon these great arms of the sea, amid the granite battlements, reared by the hand of the Almighty, God speaks as plainly to the soul that is searching for him as he does in his re- vealed will, and the interpretation of the language is, "O Lord, how manifold are thy works! in wisdom hast thou made them all: the earth is full of thy riches." Wife and I sit together hour after hour on the deck of the " Kong Halfdan," drinking in the grand, rugged beauty of the ever-changing scenery. The days are delightfully clear and pleasant, and the time speeds away unnoticed. We are lost in admiration, and before we are aware of it ev- ening comes, or, rather, what would be evening if we were at home. Here in this wonderland we have daylight all the time. Even now at midnight we have a bright twilight, for the sun has sunk only a few diameters below the horizon, and we have not yet crossed the Arctic circle. As we go farther north we shall have less and less of night until we reach a point where, for a time at least, it may be said, " And there shall be no more night there." As I sit alone in the large stateroom of our steamer and write these lines, the hands on the dial of the clock in- dicate that the hour of midnight draws near, and I go on deck. The scene is most wondrous for its beauty and grandeur, and it will not, while life and reason last, fade from our memory. The night is brilliantly clear and bright. To the north not a single star is to be seen, and the fc> THE NORTHERN LIGHTS. 4I words of the sage of Mesopotamia, set down in the Bible, are shown to be literally true: " He stretcheth out the north over the empty place, and hangeth the earth upon nothing." Our course lies centrally through a great arm of the sea, apparently surrounded by mountains that stand out in clear and bold relief in the transparent atmosphere. In the southeast the full moon, like a great globe of pale light, hangs just above the rim of the inland lake and casts a sil- very sheen across its calm waters. It seems to be many times nearer the earth than we ever saw it before, but it is shorn of much of its brilliancy by the twilight when the midnight sun has sunk below the glowing horizon, and by the wonderful gleams of the Northern lights as they send their white light far up into the northern heavens. The commingling of the different shades of light, as they fall upon sea and mountain, produces an effect so wonderful in its rich beauty that it cannot be set down on paper. The pen of a Taylor or the pencil of a Raphael could never equal the task of describing this wonderful scene. We can only behold and wonder. It is well worth a trip to the Northern climes to see the grandeur of such a night, and it is the experience of a lifetime to behold a sight like this, which we have but faintly described. How the Almighty Creator has beautified the universe, and how wonderful are all his works! The soul of the sweet singer of Israel must have been stirred to its depths by a scene like this when he exclaimed, " The heavens de- clare the glory of God; and the firmament showeth his handiwork." What a time for meditation in the presence of these earthly scenes, so grand and so beautiful, and how the soul goes out to God and bows in worship to him as it stands in the presence chamber of its Creator! In these high altitudes the tops of the mountains are 42 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. covered with snow. The snow comes down to the line of green grass where you may pluck bright Arctic flowers with one hand and make snowballs with the other. North of 69 degrees I gathered a bouquet of beautiful wild flowers of a dozen different varieties, some of which were sent to friends at home. Then there are the great glaciers of everlasting ice and snow slowly but surely creeping down the valleys. Our photogravure represents the glacier of Svartisen, which is thirty-five miles in length and ten miles in width. A narrow coast line and little valleys opening into the hills and mountains afford a few acres of arable land, where the hardy Norwegian farmer has made himself a comfortable home. He owns the land and pays no rent or interest on mortgages. His field of rye yields all he needs for bread. He has just finished harvesting, and the sheaves are placed on upright poles to facilitate drying. A small patch of potatoes and a few acres of grass complete his farming. This he supplements by fishing, and altogether he gets on quite well. Our glass enables us to see him at work in his rocky field, cutting, drying and gathering in his hay. The grass, after cutting, is placed on horizontal poles a few feet above the ground, so that it dries more readily. Far up the mountain-side you may see him as he searches out every tuft of grass and cuts it for his horse and cows, for the long dark winter night is coming, and they must have food. A strong wire is stretched from his barn to a tree on the mountain side; when the grass is dried he ties it into bundles, fastens the bundles to the wire and sends them by his telegraph line directly to his haymow, thus saving himself many a weary step. His farm has the ap- pearance of being well attended to, and his mountain home has a look of comfort and prosperity that is pleasant to see. THAT IS MV HOME. 45 Here he lives in inodcratc comfort, works hard, has but few wants, and is happ\-. These people have a strong love for their country and homes. We are informed that if a man sells his home he may redeem it again after five years, or an}' one of his sons may have the same privilege. In either case the price at which it was sold is to be paid with the exact cost of im- provements added. After five years the sale becomes ab- solute. Very often farms that have been sold are redeemed as pro\idcd by law. On our way north we met an intelligent Norwegian who had spent some time in America, and who spoke Eng- lish quite fluently. He had been in Chicago and had trav- eled o\'er our great western prairies, and then had returned again to old Norway. In answer to our question, " Did you not like America?" he replied, "Oh }'es, but my home here much better." As our steamer t-ounded a sharp curve, we entered a beautiful little bay, and there close up to the mountain side stood a few well-built houses, surrounded by probably a hundred acres of tillable ground. It was a beautiful little spot. "That," said our friend with a gleam of pride in his eye, '' tliat is Jiiy home.'' After all, there is no place in this world like home, and it requires only loving companionship and a few of the comforts of this life, with godliness and contentment, to make a home anywhere. Somehow, as we watched our friend of a few hours go down into the little boat and row ashore, where loving hearts were waiting to welcome him, our thoughts went out to our own western home, six thousand miles away, and we wished it were our own home coming. Many of these hardy sons of the North go to America, and they make excellent citizens, but they never fail to re- visit the old home if they are able to do so. The love they 46 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. have for their country is set forth in the following simple lines which we find in our Norwegian grammar: "Ja ! herligt er viit Fodeland Den Gamle Klippefaste Norge Med Sonimerdal og I 'ifttcrborge, Der Evi'g tfodser Tide?is Tand 0?>i Kiodeii rokkes end, dets Fjelde Skall St07-7ne7i dog ej kunnefaelde." A literal translation reads as follows: " Yes! glorious is my native land, the ancient cliff-bound Norway, with summer valley and winter fastness, which ever defies the tooth of time. Even if the globe be shaken, the storm shall be unable to over- throw its mountains." "Min Norsk e Vinter cr saa vakker : De hvide Snebcdaeckte Bakker Og gronne Gran incd Piidret Haar Og irofast Is paa dybe Vande Og Engledragt paa nog7ie Strande Jeg bytter ncppe tiiod en Vaar." "My Norwegian winter is so beautiful: the snow-clad hills, and green pines with powdered hair, and steadfast ice on deep lakes, and angel garb on barren shores, I would hardly exchange for spring." The natural scenery in these far northern regions ex- cites the liveliest interest by its ever-changing variety. The total absence of night at this season of the year, the pe- culiar light of the moon, and the display of the Northern lights, all go to make up a picture that can be seen only in this part of the world. Then, too, as one writer* has said: The weather, the winds, and the fogs, the play of light and shade, the purity of the atmosphere are all unlike corre- sponding phenomena in other parts of the world. The ani- mal world is of extraordinary richness. The sea teems with cod, herring, skate and other fish. Whales are frequently seen spouting columns of water into the air, or rising to the *Baedeker. LAi'i' HUTS. 49 surface in unwieldy gambols. Swarms of cider duck s\\ im near e\er}' island, and the air is full of sea gulls. Often one may see the industrious sea gull robbed of its prey by the skua, which, unable to fish for itself, compels the gull to drop its booty, and with unerring dexterity catches it be- fore it reaches the water. Often the water is ruffled by shoals of herring pursued by the seal, to escape from which they dart into the nets spread for them, or even spring ashore. In these .\rctic waters w hales aboimd and affortl a rich har\est of oil for the hardv seamen of the North. A large oil factor)- was located in one of the fjords we entered. Sixteen great whales, captured out at sea, had been towed into the little harbor, where in turn the huge carcasses were to be cut u{) and turned into oil. One great monster had been dragged ashore, as is shown in our engraving. We must not pass by the Lapps, who now are to be found onh' in the far-away frozen North. These interesting people somewhat resemble the American Indian in their habits. We found their huts built of sticks and stones, cov- ered with birch bark and sod. The}' are dome-shaped w ith a hole in the top to let out the smoke from the fire w hich is kept burning in the center, o\er which a pot is suspended. Fine brush cut from birch trees are laid on the ground all around the inside of the hut, and on these are laid the rein- deer skins which serve as beds at night and a sitting-place in daytime. The huts are filthy and forbidding in their ap- pearance, but not more so than the Lapps themselves. Their dress from head to foot is made of the reindeer skin tanned with the hair on, and as this kind of clothing wears a long time and is never washed, our readers may well imag- ine that cleanliness is not a virtue among these people. Men and women dress so ncarh- alike that, so far as 50 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. their clothing is concerned, it is difficult to distinguish be- tween them. The only difference observable to us was that the women are less in stature and their hair is longer and more matted and tangled than that of the men. They sur- rounded us as soon as we entered their camp and it was W'Onderful how many men, women, children and dogs came out of a single hut. The dog is a family companion and oc- cupies his place in the wigwam. They had many articles of their own manufacture which they offered to sell us. Spoons made of reindeer horn, shoes made of the skin of the same animal, and many other things were pressed upon our notice. We were strongly urged to make purchases, and judging from the persistent efforts made for this pur- pose we concluded that the Lapps would, vmder favorable circumstances, make very good shopkeepers and salesmen. The reindeer is the Lapps' chief source of wealth. In the summer its milk supplies them with wholesome and nutritious food; when winter approaches large numbers are killed, the flesh is dried and smoked, to be eaten during the dark winter months. When the ground is covered with snow the reindeer is harnessed to the boat-like sledge and carries the Lapp over the crusted snow with wonderful ra- pidity. From its skin clothing is made; the sinews furnish thread and fishing lines of great strength, and its horns are made into spoons, knife handles, sheaths, and various do- mestic utensils. The flesh of the reindeer, of which we ate frequently on our trip, is very palatable, and the tongue is considered a luxury. The Lapps belong to the yellow race; they are small of stature, the men being less than five feet, and the women about four, or less. The largest men we saw among them would not weigh over one hundred pounds. They have high cheek bones, low foreheads, the top of the head some- THE REINDEER. 5 I what flattened, and light, yellow hair. Their bones are small, and they have but little muscle. We saw five of them tugging at the carcass of a reindeer that would have weighed perhaps 125 pounds, and they seemed to have about all they could do to carry it. The race is becoming extinct; there are now only about 30,000 of them left. Once they dominated the whole of Scandinavia, but, like the American Indians, were compelled to give way before the strong tide of civilization. Efforts are made to civilize them, and missionaries from the State church of Norway are sent among them, but as they are constantly moving from place to place it is a very difficult matter to bring them under the influence of civilization. Further than this, they have learned the use of tobacco and intoxicants from our higher civilization. They all use tobacco, and many of them are addicted to drunkenness. Outside of this, they are a harmless, honest, inoffensive and interesting people. The camp of Lapps at Tromso own, it is said, between four and five thousand head of reindeer, valued at four dol- lars each. They drive them from place to place for pas- ture, and in this respect are something like the descendants of Ishmael in Palestine. During the summer months the pasture is plentiful in the valleys, and the animals soon be- come plump and fat on the nutritious grass. In the winter they live on the moss that covers the rocks, and w ith their sharp hoofs they dig it up from under the deep snow with wonderful dexterity. The reindeer is milked twice a week, and gives an abundant supply of strong, rich milk. The home life of the farmer and laborer of any country is an interesting and instructive study, and this is especially true of northern Europe. Since the da}'s of Taylor's in- conii)arable books of travel, Europe has been written about 5^ GIRDLING THE GLOBE. over and over, again antl ai^ain, and yet but little has been said about the home life of the countr}' people, the bone and sinew of the civilized world. Even Taylor fails to give more than a mere glimpse of the inner life of the masses, and we may search in vain for books that tell us how the country people \Wc. The reason for this is obvious. As a KOSKILDE, DENMARK. rule travelers pursue the beaten track; they go from cit}- to city, live in hotels, and see the country only from the car window. Palaces, picture galleries, works of art, great buildings, old ruins and places of historic interest, royalty, notable men and women, politics and kindred topics form the staples from which most writers draw their materials. DANISH HUME LIFE. 53 li' they i^o into the countr\' at all, they arc nu-t with the nat- ural reserve which total strangers receive the world over, and fail to see the people at their best. They cannot give the home life of the country, because they do not see it. In this respect I enjoyed some advantages not accorded to others. The members of our mission churches live for the most part in the country. .Speaking publich- in villages M.ALMO, SWEDEN. and farmhouses I came into close contact w ith the people. We were cordially invited into their homes, and thc\' gave us such a warm welcome and recei\ed us with such a kindly spirit, that we met and [)arted not as strangers, but as u-arm-hearted friends; and this was not only among our ou n people, for this kind reception was quite general. 54 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. The Danish people have a rough exterior, and unless one learns to know them well they are apt to appear harsh and repulsive. The rough, guttural sounds in their lan- guage add to the first impression. Such words as Ska/l, Ikke, Pige, Sciskab, grate harshly on the ear. But beneath the rough exterior I found warm, sympathetic, loving hearts, and was led to conclude that the worst side of the Dane is the outside. The Swedes, on the other hand, are more cultured and refined, their language is smoother and much more musical than the Danish. As a rule they are cheerful and happy and make a favorable impression on the stranger. The)- are exceedingly font! of music and sing well. Sweden has produced some notable singers, promi- nent among them Jenny Lind, "the Swedish Nightingale," as she was appropriately called. The Swedes are, as a rule, open-hearted, kind and hospitable, and they succeed in making one feel very much at home among them. In Scandinavia the farmhouses are generally but one story high, and often the living apartments of the family and the stables for the horses and cattle are found under the same straw roof. The stories are low, being only from six to eight feet high. The doors are not high enough to allow a man above the medium height to enter without stooping. On several occasions I was made sensible of this fact, and learned by experience to take the advice of the philosopher who said: "If you learn to stoop as you go through the world, you will escape many hard knocks." On some of the large farms the stables are built at right angles with the house, forming an open square. At other places the buildings form a square with a driveway between stables and farmhouse. Others, having caught the spirit of modern improvement, build fine, two-story farmhouses in SCANDINAVIAN FARMHOUSES. 55 the midst of beautiful grounds, and the barns and stables are at some distance from the house. The interior of many of the houses is devoid of com- fort. Cooking stoves are rarely found among the poorer class of farmers. The kitchen, paved with brick or stone, and in some cases w ith a door opening directly into the sta- A FAR.M HOUSE. ble where the cows are kept, is supplied with a large, open fireplace, with a raised hearth two feet higher than the floor. Here the fire is built, here pots, kettles and spiders are set, and here the cooking is done. The first meal of the day is coffee and black bread, served, as we found at one place in north Denmark, before we were out of bed. The 56 GIRDLIxNG THE GLOBE. coffee and bread were broui;ht to us at a very earl\- hour, and we were in\'ited to sit up in bed and eat and drink. Wife said: "I can never drink coffee in this place; "but a desire to accept the hospitality so generously offered over- came her scruples, and we partook of the proffered refresh- ments. Breakfast follows, and the kind of food depends upon the pocketbook of }'our entertainer. Among the poor, black bread with lard is the staple article of food. Butter is a luxury almost unknown to them, and often they must be content to eat their bread without lard. Black bread, made from unbolted rye flour, about as dark in color as the old-fashioned gingerbread made with dark molasses, which we relished so much in our boyhood da\'s, is found on every table. Sour leaven is used, and the bread is just sour enough to make it very unpala- table to those who are used to eating sweet bread. When it can be found sweet and fresh it is not unpleasant to the taste. Bolted rye flour is also used by those who can af- ford it, and it makes an excellent quality of dark bread which is healthful and very palatable. Horse meat is used quite extensively, and in all the larger towns and cities shops are licensed for the sale of Hcsiekiod, horse flesh. It is much cheaper than beef or pork and is often found on the tables of well-to-do people. Since the removal of the prohibition against American pork, meat \\ ill doubtless be cheaper here. The following incident may illustrate the truth of the old proverb, "Where ignorance is bliss, 'tis folly to be wise." We were very kindl}- and hospitabh- entertained in the home of a prosperous and well-to-do merchant. The good wife had prepared coffee for us. The' neat little table, with snowy white lintMi and delicate china, white bread, but- ter, cheese and dried meat presented a very tempting ap- 7. w X HORSE MEAT. 59 pearance to the hungry travelers. The dried meat, which looked very much like the home-made dried beef of such excellent quality, which one finds in Pennsylvania and Maryland, was ver)- tempting to the appetite. I ate some of it, and it tasted very good. I ate more, and gave it a favorable recommendation to my wife, who also ate and pronounced it good. Our Bro. Olssen, who sat by our side, said: "You seem to be very fond of horse meat." Our readers may imagine the result; my entire internal anatomy rebelled, and it was only by the most persistent effort that I remained at the table and completed the meal with due dignity and propriety. 1 have no appetite for horse meat, but it did taste good. Woman works indoors and out, and her lot is a hard one. Hard labor of all kinds is imposed upon her. She works in the field, mowing, making hay, binding grain, hauling and spreading the contents of the barnyard on the land; in fact she does about all kinds of farm work. She must often be the housekeeper, the mother of the family and the field laborer. As a result, she cannot pay much at- tention to her household duties, and, from our standpoint, the home is often of necessity sadly neglected. In parts of northern Europe, especiall}- in Germany, I have seen women and dogs hitched together to heavily loaded hand wagons drawing them through the streets. Dogs are often used as draught animals. The accompany- ing picture shows a milkman with dogs hitched to his cart. Men, women and children w'ear the universal wooden shoe, with heavy woolen stockings. When they go into the house the shoes are taken off, and it is not an unusual thing to see a large number of wooden shoes of various sizes at the door as you enter the farmhouse. The wooden shoe- maker flourishes in every village. For men's shoes he gets 60 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. one and one-half kroners, or forty cents a pair, and for smaller ones in proportion. His tools consist of several auger-like gouges with which he makes the inner shape of the foot. A common drawing-knife and a " shaving-horse " complete the outfit, and the shoemaker prides himself up- on the neat shape he can give the foot-wear he turns out. We tried our hand at the work, but found that even mak- iner wooden shoes is a trade that must be learned. Wages are very low. At Hjordum we met a strong, healthy-looking girl of sixteen who told us that she was em- ployed on a farm by the )ear, the owner of which was a fisherman. Her work was indoors and out, as her services were needed. Cleaning fish, helping with the nets and lines, working on the farm, she labored from twelve to fif- teen hours a day, Sunday included, and she received only thirty kroners, $8.10 per year for her hard work. The high- est wages paid to girls on the farms is ninety kroners, S24.30 per year. We interviewed laboring men and women in the fields and found that they were working at starvation wages. At one place we talked with a man who was cutting rye. After trying his scythe, and proving to our satisfaction that the work was not easy, we asked him what wages he re- ceived, and could scarcely believe him when he said fifty ore, thirteen and one-half cents per day. He explained that his health was poor, and not being strong he could not get hieher waees. The women who bound the grain after him received the same wages. The wages for farm laborers vary in different localities; but one kroner, twenty-seven cents a day, is considered fair wages. We notice advertise- ments in the newspapers in which servant girls offer to work for sixt}- kroners per year, or about thirty-one cents a week. In conversation with some of the girls thcv were told WAGES. 6 1 of two dollars a week in America, and it seemed like a fairy tale to them. When I told them that as a rule, our women did not work in the fields, and in the West did not milk or blacken boots, one old woman in the company with much apparent surprise said: "Well, what do your women do? They must be lazy." I was not willing to admit the im- peachment, and explained that our women paid much more attention to housekeeping and indoor work than was done in Denmark. It might have been added that some of the work, such as crocheting and fancy needlework did not seem to have much practical value, but I simply made a mental note of the fact. I also noted the fact that if some of our people at home, who are dissatisfied with their lot, could live here a while they would learn some lessons in economy that would be helpful to them, and would be glad to go back again to America, where the conditions are so much more favorable for the laboring classes than they are here. The custom of every one helping himself at the table prevails in Sweden. At the eating houses a large table is found in the center of the room on which are placed soup, meats, vegetables, bread, butter, cheese, etc., etc. Plates, knives, forks and spoons are placed at one end of the table. Those who dine take a plate, knife and fork, then march around the table, taking what they want, and then retire to small tables and eat. In this way soup, fish, meats and dessert are served, a clean plate being taken with each course. It looked singular enough to us to see twenty or thirty men and women marching around the great center table, helping themselves to the tempting viands. The same custom prevails in the private family. Whether the Danes, or Dans, as the old name runs, and which is )et to be found in old manuscripts and in- 62 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. scriptions, are, as some writers seem to think, the descend- ants of the lost tribe of Dan, we shall not pretend to say, but we were struck by the similarity of some things we saw here with those found in Palestine. The one-handled plow is used here quite extensively, and the old-fashioned hand-mill, so common in Palestine, has been so recently in use here that we saw many discarded millstones. The women did much of the grinding here not many years ago. A sister told me that when she was young she often helped to grind at the mill, and that before her conversion, remem- bering Christ's words, " Two women shall be grinding at the mill, one shall be taken and the other left," she always dreaded to assist at the grinding. The windmill and in many places the water mill have superseded the old hand-mills. The former, with its great arms spread out to catch the wind, is to be seen every- where. The arrangement for turning the wheel when the wind changes is quite in keeping with the primitive charac- ter of the country. The mill is built on a central pivot and a large, bent arm reaches to the ground. When the wind changes, as it does quite frequently, the miller, by the use of a chain, a windlass and a long lever, turns the entire mill around. Some of the modern mills are arranged so that only the top is turned. In some parts of Sweden the ground is covered with large boulders. The farmer ploughs up the soil among the boulders, pulverizes it and then sows the rye. In sowing, some of the grain falls upon the rocks, but it is not left there for the fowls of the air. We noticed women with brooms, made of brush, sweeping the tops of the stones, and upon inquiry learned that they were sweeping the seed and little soil off the rocks so that it might not be wasted. More than two-thirds of the surface of some of the fields THE WINDMILL. 63 are covered with large boulders. It is hard work with but scant reward for the labor expended, and )'et the farmers seem happy and do not complain at their hard lot. Before leaving Scandinavia on our journey to the Golden Gate, we go northward on Swedish soil to the home of the Lapp and Finn. Comparatively speaking, only a short time ago the northern part of the Scandi- navian Peninsula was an unknown country. The hardiest and most adventurous traveler dared not invade the re- gions lying north of the arctic circle. Mount Avasaxa, a little south of the circle, from which a perfect view oi the midnight sun can be had June 22-25, was long the northern limit of aspiring travelers. It was easily reached from the head of the Bothnian Gulf. The records kept since 168 1, in an old church near the mountain, give the names of a number of distinguished explorers who visited the place during the seventeenth and the early part of the eighteenth century. But steam and electricity have changed all this. Swedish enterprise and skillful engineer- ing have built a railway far north of the polar circle, and the frigid zone is invaded by steam engine and rail- way trains. We are carried by rail to Malmberg, a little beyond the sixty-seventh degree of north latitude. By rail, 1,245 niiles north of Copenhagen, with a va- riation of a few degrees eastward, we reach Gel-li-va-re which is, so far as we know, the northernmost railway town in the world. It is five miles south of the iron n^ills at Malmberg. Leaving the capital of Denmark at 1 1 : 30 A. M., on Tuesday, July 9, we arrived at Gel-li-va-re on the following Friday. After passing Stockholm we traveled by day and rested at night. This is a matter of necessity, for the train stops for two nights on the way. At Gel- li-va-re we found excellent lodging at very reasonable rates, 64 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. and here we spent three days, — " and nights " — we were going to write, but the word night is a misnomer, for we had bright sunshine and daylight during the entire sev- enty-two hours of our stay. But it is hard to realize that we are in a land where there is no night. One of our difificulties is to get sleep enough. Yesterday, after taking what at home would have been our evening meal, we sat down to write. We wrote on and became absorbed in the work. After the lapse of some time, wife said, " Do you know what time it is?" And behold it was nearly 12 o'clock, and ought to have been as dark as midnight, but it was as light as day. On Friday, July 12, at 10 P. M., we started to climb the observatory on Mount Dundret, some five miles from Gel-li-va-re, and about 2,700 feet above the sea level From the summit is to be had a magnificent view of the "Midnight Sun" from about June i to July 15. The sk)' was cloudless and as clear and bright as crystal. The conditions for the grand sight in store for us were per- fect. After toiling upward for nearly two hours we reached the top of the hill and were rewarded with a view we shall never forget. "Midnight Sun" some one in poetical fancy has called it. But there can be no night where the sun shines. On the mountain top I sat down and wrote, and here are the thoughts and reflections that came to me in this presence chamber of the Almighty. There is around and about me the strange, subdued, solemn stillness which marks the midnight hour in those latitudes where darkness at this moment covers the earth as with a mantle. Not a sound is heard. The leafy song- sters are hushed and with folded wing sleep in the green foliage about the hilltop. From the valley at my feet comes no sound of life. Tis midnight hour, but vonder ■n a 2 Q K H MIDNIGHT SUN. (i"] shines the sun. I note that, as the hands of my watch indicate the hour of twelve, tlie sun is shining full in my face, exactly from the northern point of my compass. It is as if the great orb of day had suddenly appeared lighting up the world at its quiet, restful midnight hour. True, the light is somewhat subdued; the northern sky is painted in deep carmine tints, and the sun is bathed in a flood of crimson almost bloodred, but it shines and gives forth its light. Creeping, as it were, along the northern mountain barrier, just above the horizon, the sun moves on. It has touched its lowest northern point and rises higher and higher as it hastens eastward on its everlasting circuit of the heavens. The deep red of the sky makes a strikingly beautiful contrast with the clearly-defined blue and white of the mountains. Far up in the eastern heavens hangs the moon, paled to dimness by her midnight rival. She is no longer mistress of the night. The stars which shine so brightly in " the infinite meadows of heaven " in our own homeland, here refuse to give their light; I look in vain for Orion, the Dipper, the Little Bear and the Polar Star. Moon and stars alike hold their light in abeyance, for soon the long, dreary winter night will come, and they shall shine forth with a brightness and a glory compen- satory for all their loss now. The sun rules now, and as I witness his power at this hour, I realize as I have never realized before, that the earth is, after all, only a small factor in the great solar system. Sitting thus on Mount Dundret, an astonished beholder of the wonders of God's works, I recall and repeat the words of Israel's sweet singer. From this time forth they will contain new beauty and meaning for me: 68 GIRDLING THE GLOBE. " The heavens declare the glory of God; and the firmament shew- eth his handywork. Day unto day uttereth speech, and night unto night sheweth knowledge. There is no speech nor language, where their voice is not heard. Their line is gone out through all the earth, and their words unto the end of the world. In them hath he set a tabernacle for the sun, which is as a bridegroom coming forth out of his chamber, and rejoiceth as a strong man to run a race. His going forth is from the end of the heaven, and his circuit unto the ends of it." Coming down from the mountain we reached our lodging place at 3 A. M., and retired to our beds to rest. but not to sleep. The sun shone brightl}-, lighting up our rooms, and the mind, pondering over what our eyes had seen, was too activel}- engaged for sleep. It came not to our eyes, neither did slumber visit our eyelids for some hours. iMARKt'i I'LACE, Jl.^LLE, CHAPTER III. Leaving the Northland — Through Germany — A Beautiful I'alley — Schwarsenau and the Eder — Persecuted Reformers — The Rhine — Mayence to Cologne — The City of Worms and Luther's Denk- mal — Lucerne — Clirnbing Rigi — William Tell — The Axen- strasse — The St. Gothard Railivay — TJie Great Tunnel — Lom- bardy — Arrival at Milan. Regretfully we leave the Northland with its " mid- night sun," for country and people have been an inter- esting stud}-. On our southern wa\' we pass through Co- penhagen, where Christian IX., father of kings and queens, holds modest court and gives to the rulers of Europe an example of conjugal fidelity worthy of imitation. Thence we pass into Germany and spend a short time at our old German home, the university town of Halle. Here a fa- miliar sight greets our eyes as we leave the depot and walk up the street, — the market women with great baskets on their backs. The sight is common in many parts of north- ern Europe, for here women are the burden bearers. These seen on the streets of Halle to-day are on their way to the market, a place always interesting to visit. But we must not linger here. We visit our old \Virthi)i (land- lady) and receive a most hearty welcome supplemented by a pressing invitation to drink coffee with her, an act of hospitalit}' never forgotten by the Germans when friends visit them. Continuing our journey we visit a place of special historic interest to our people. Again I find my notes helpful, for there I find written: We have found a secluded 169) ;o GIRDLING TtlE GLOBE. little German village far away from the rush and bustle of the busy world of travel. It is one of those quaint, old- fashioned towns that are quite out of place in the present. It belongs to the past and has not yet awakened to the impulse of the age, which has taken hold of Germany. Its peace and quiet has never been disturbed by steam MARKET WOMEN. whistle or rumbling of trains of cars. For centuries it has rested in the beautiful valley through which, like a thread of silver in a ribbon of green, flows the historic river Eder. The village is built on both sides of the Eder and contains, as we were informed by one of the inhabitants, about 600 souls. On the outer walls of one of the principal houses SCHVVARZENAU. 71 hangs a square signboard, on the white surface of which is painted in large black letters the following official record of the place: D. Schivarzenmi, Amt Arfcld, Kr. Wittgenstein, Rg. Bz. Arnsberg, La?idwehr-Battalio?is, Bezirk Mcschede. ^in?f^ ■^