Word: books
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Dates: during 1870-1879
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...convenience of applicants for membership in the Dining Hall Association, a book has been opened for applications at the Auditor and Steward's office in Memorial Hall...
...Have a very vague idea how I got here. Was so confused with time-tables, railroads, steamboats, and sea-sickness, that my journal is quite unintelligible. Think I sailed for Christiania from a city in England called Ull (spelled with an H on the map). Having bought a guide-book and a conversation-manual, I leave Christiania and strike out boldly for the interior. Intend ultimately to reach Drontheim...
...boat soon stops at a place called Lille-hammer. I understand from my guide-book that I must hire a horse and carriole here for Drontheim. Do not know what a carriole is, but step out on the wharf and call for one loudly. A ragged urchin soon drives up in a curious-looking low gig, with long and slender shafts, inserted between which is a wonderful horse. Wonderful, because, although apparently dead, he is yet really alive. Boy talks volubly in a gibberish quite unintelligible, but as I catch the word "carriole," I conclude that it must...
...guide-book says I must pay the boy three marks.* Not being familiar with the coin of the country, I am obliged to let him take his pay from a handful of silver, which I hold out to him. He considerately leaves me one small coin, value unknown. Several men gather around, and talk to me in the heathenish dialect of the country. I conclude to go no farther to-day, and tell them so. They seem satisfied, yet make no reply. Splendid scenery, although a thick fog, which has suddenly settled down upon us, renders the prospect somewhat indistinct...
...feel very chilly, and, going into the house, study my phrase-book a few minutes, then ask the housemaid, in excellent Norwegian, to build a fire. She goes into a closet, and, taking a huge cheese from the shelf, sets it down before me inquiringly. I point angrily at the stove, and say "Fire," with as correct a pronunciation as possible, at the same time pushing the cheese contemptuously aside. She goes to the stove, opens the door, and looks in stupidly, but, seeing no fire there, shakes her head. I tell her in English that I know there...