daylight of midnight
I happen to be travelling just now with a party of four friends , of whom three are ladies , the fourth a jolly young fellow fresh from college . A few days ago we had a few unusual experiences -- even for Norway . On leaving Bergen we had made up our minds , as the steamer did not sail to within about sixty miles of our destination , to get ourselves and our luggage put down at a small hamlet at the mouth of the Nord-fjord , and there engage two large boats to transport us the remaining sixty miles up the fjord . The ladies of our party valorously resolved to sit up all night to see the magnificent island scenery , through which we were passing under the influence of the charming and subdued daylight of midnight -- for there is no night here just now . As for myself , being an old traveller , I have become aware that sleep is essential to a comfortable and useful existence . I therefore bade my friends good-night , took a farewell look at the bright sky , and the islands , and the sleeping sea , and went below to bed . Next day we spent steaming along the island coast .