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bully for I ! ' He wired in, however, to salad and ' gede 

 ost ' and ' fladbrod.' 



Mosquitoes are here, too. I have huge lumps all over 

 my arms and forehead from their venomous bites. Oh ! 

 the ' slarve ! ' how I hate 'em. 



We incidentally noted in passing that Gravdalen would 

 be excellent quarters for Hjerper and Capercaillie shooting. 



July 18. 



Tuesday, the 18th of July — a fine windy day — we got 

 Alston's cariole neatly mended by a smith. 



I went with a guide to try fishing about four miles 

 over the hill south of Skoien, but soon returned, as the 

 Trout were small, black burn Trout. The walk, or 

 scramble, amongst the thick fir-wood and steep banks 

 of the burn was very hot work. 



I saw a Great Black Woodpecker for an instant as 

 it flew away into the forest. The centre of its back had 

 a bronze-brown appearance. 



I came to a fine waterfall — the Hog Foss — about 

 four English miles from Skoien ; a large body of water 

 shooting outwards from a shelving rock, and descending 

 at one bound at least 200 feet — I think more — certainly 

 as fine a fall as we have seen in Norway. The water- 

 fall is well worthy of the attention of tourists, though 

 not mentioned in the guide-book. 



I tried the river at Skoien, which is said to contain 

 large trout, but I only caught a few small ones in it. 

 A very strong wind was blowing, and great quantities of 

 timber logs were floating down the stream. 



On returning to the station I found that Alston had 

 not been idle. He had purchased for half a dollar a 

 fine, healthy, tame young Bjerg-ulf (Eagle Owl) from 

 a lad named Andreas Larsen Mosvand, son of Lars Mos- 

 vand. It was taken at Mosveen, and about three-quarters 



