Ticket No. 9672 by Jules Verne

The brother and sister left the inn at sunrise the next morning. The fifteen-mile walk from Dal to the celebrated falls of the Rjukan, and back again, was a mere trifle for Joel, but it was necessary to economize Hulda's strength, so Joel hired foreman Lengling's karjol. This, like all karjolen, had but one seat, but the worthy man was so large that he had been obliged to have his karjol built to order, and this being the case the vehicle was large enough to enable Hulda and Joel to sit side by side quite comfortably; and if the expected tourist was waiting for them at Rjukanfos as they anticipated, he could take Joel's place and the latter could either return afoot or mounted upon the step behind the karjol.

The road from Dal to the falls is very rough but indescribably charming. It is really rather a footpath than a road. The bridges across the countless streams that dance merrily along to the Maan are all constructed of unhewn logs, but the Norwegian horse traverses them with a sure step, and though the karjol has no springs, its long and slightly elastic shafts soften the jolting at least to some extent.