Sweden

Port sub call! Seems fascinating lands beckoneth, bid us rebel and their exotic spenders.

Come with us as we head for Port sub call! The dark green and blue of the Baltic is the mighty sea upon whose bosom we ride to reach the coast of Sweden, Star of the North.

The cool, refreshing, tangy wind whips our senses with a foretaste of the thrill to come, when we ride upon the sun-flaked fjords and lakes, which honeycomb this lovely jewel in the crown of the Scandinavian countries.

But the harbor is just ahead as we glide into the welcoming arms of Stockholm to enter Sweden, our port of call. The nose Sweden is to know the history of the ages. A definite line of history can be traced from the stone age to the present, for from the Scandinavian countries came all of the present fair-skinned races in Europe.

They are true, noble, unconquered people, in whose most remote peasant blood there is no strain of slavery. The earliest Viking sailed the great seas, built many civilizations on many foreign shores, pillaged and destroyed, but were never conquered.

Fortunately for posterity, many of the early Swedes built in stone, and from the year 1100 we can see the Sweden of yesterday, its tradition, its history. We have left the open sea as we steam up the saltio will begin to pass the outskirts of Stockholm.

On the ship we get a glimpse of the sconcine, that remarkable outdoor museum which is really Sweden in miniature, with its trees and flowers and the reproductions of the characteristic dwellings of the peasants of the various districts of Sweden.

Finally our ship docks, and as we start down the gangplank we pause for a moment for a view of the starten, the island which was once the site of ancient Stockholm. Before us lies the royal palace, a magnificent structure of Italian Renaissance style.