340 A DAY AT FRAMHEIM 



amused. The target is hung up on the door of the 

 kitchen leading to the pent-house, and the man who 

 is to throw first takes up his position at the end of 

 the table at a distance of three yards. And now the 

 shooting competition begins, amid laughter and noise. 

 There are marksmen of all kinds, good, bad, and in- 

 different. Here comes the champion one can see that 

 by the determined way in which he raises the dart and 

 sends it flying; his will, no doubt, be the top score. 

 That is Stubberud ; of the five darts he throws, two are 

 in the bull's-eye and three close to it. The next is 

 Johansen; he is not bad, either, but does not equal the 

 other's score. Then comes Bjaaland; I wonder whether 

 he is as smart at this game as he is on ski? He places 

 himself at the end of the table, like the others, but takes 

 a giant's stride forward. He is a leery one, this; now 

 he is not more than a yard and a half from the target. 

 He throws well; the darts describe a great round arch. 

 This is what is known as throwing ' with a high 

 trajectory," and it is received with great applause. The 

 trajectory turns out to be too high, and all his darts 

 land in the wall above the door. Hassel throws with 

 ' calculation." What he calculates it is not easy to 

 understand. Not on hitting the target, apparently; but 

 if his calculations have to do with the kitchen-door, then 

 they are more successful. Whether Amundsen " calcu- 

 lates " or not makes very little difference ; his are all 

 misses in any case. Wisting's form is the same. 



