"Drive on?" I cried. "Drive on, when there is plenty of fish, which you always eat with so much relish?"
"DO YOU PREFER PORK TO FISH?"
"Great heavens!" he groaned, "that was too much even for me. It was a raw anchovy dipped in vinegar."
NORWEGIAN PEASANTS.
While this colloquy was taking place, we re-entered the dining-room and asked for bread. We were amazed to see what this request brought forth. Upon a plate almost as large as the wheel of a Norwegian hay-cart was brought to us a mound of circular wafers nearly three feet in circumference, and each about as thick as one of our buckwheat cakes. They were made of rye meal and water (chiefly water), and were so crisp that they would break to pieces at a touch. This is called "flatbrod," and it is certainly in every sense the flattest article ever invented for the human stomach. The people, however, are fond of it, and I saw horses eat it frequently, mistaking it (quite naturally, I am sure) for tablets of compressed hay.