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Through Scandinavia to Moscow
William Seymour Edwards
THE AUTHOR
THROUGHSCANDINAVIATOMOSCOW
WITH
MANY ILLUSTRATIONS
AND MAPS
CINCINNATI
The Robert Clarke Co.
1906
COPYRIGHT 1906, By
WILLIAM SEYMOUR EDWARDS
DEDICATION
To my life-long chum,
my father,
these pages are affectionately dedicated.
FOREWORD
These pages are made up of letters written during a little journeythrough Scandinavia and into Russia as far as Moscow, some four yearsago, before the smashing of the Russians by the Japanese. They werewritten to my father, and are necessarily intimate letters, in which Ihave jotted down what I saw and felt as the moment moved me. The truthis, I was on my honey-moon trip, and the world sang merrily tome—even in sombre Russia.
Afterward, some of these letters were published here and there; nowthey are put together into this little book. I had my kodak with meand have thus been able to add to the text some of the scenes my lensmade note of.
It was my endeavor at the time, that the kindly circle who read theletters should see as I saw, feel as I felt, and apprehend as Iapprehended; that they should share with me the delight of travelthrough serene and industrious Denmark, among the grand and stupendousfjelds and fjords of romantic Norway; should visit with me amoment the Capital of once militant Sweden, and join me in theexcitement of a plunge into semi-barbarous Russia. The transition fromScandinavia to Russia was sharp. I went from lands where the modernspirit finds full expression, as seen in the splendid schools andlibraries of Denmark, in the democratic and Americanized atmosphere ofNorway, in the scientific and mechanical progressiveness of Sweden.Entering Russia, I found myself amidst social and politicalconditions, mediaeval and malevolent. The wanton lu