80 TITE ROCK OF SVG@RIOLT.

the precious woods of the Amazon and the
Orinoco!

“On issuing from the strait we turned south-
ward into the great Porsanger Fjord, which
stretches nearly a hundred miles into the heart of
Lapland, dividing Western from Eastern Finmark.
lts shores are high monotonous hills, half covered
with snow, and barren of vegetation, except
patches of grass and moss. If once wooded, like
the hills of the Alten Fjord, the trees have long
since disappeared, and now nothing can be more
bleak and desolate. Running along the eastern
shore, we exchanged the dreadful monotony through
which we had been sailing for more rugged and
picturesque scenery. Before us rose a wall of
dark cliff, from five to six hundred feet in height,
gaping here and there with sharp clefts or
gashes, as if it had cracked in cooling, after the
primeval fires. As we approached the end
of the promontory which divides the Porsanger
from the Laxe Fjord, the rocks became more ab-
rupt and violently shattered. Huge masses, fallen
from the summit, lined the base of the precipice,
which was hollowed into cavernous arches, the
home of myriads of seagulls. The rock of Svcer-
holt, off the point, resembled a massive fortress in
ruins. Its walls of smooth masonry rested on three
enormous vaults, the picrs of which were but-