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Peer.
It's blowing up stiff
The Captain.
for a gale to-night.
Peer.
Can one see the Rondë Hills from the sea?
The Captain.
No, how should you? They lie at the back of the snowfields.
Peer.
Or Blåhö?[1]
The Captain.
No; but from up in the rigging,
You've a glimpse, in clear weather, of Galdhöpiggen.[1]
Peer.
Where does Hårteig[1] lie?
The Captain.
[Pointing.]
About over there.
Peer.
I thought so.
The Captain.
You know where you are, it appears.
Peer.
When I left the country, I sailed by here;
And the dregs, says the proverb, hang in to the last. [Spits, and gazes at the coast.
In there, where the screes and the clefts lie blue,—
- ↑ Mountains and glaciers.
