NORWAY 6i 



June 17. 



Saturday, the 17th of June, a cloudy day with heavy 

 rain in the afternoon, we went with Ole in search of 

 another Fjeld Orn's nest. We started about 10.30 a.m., 

 and began with a stiff chmb up the shoulder of Sturganoset 

 behind Nystuen. From the plateau above we had another 

 fine view of the grand chain of the Jotun-Fjeld. We 

 crossed over this high Fjeld about 1| miles, and waded 

 through snow and water — about ankle deep and despe- 

 rately cold — across the end of a large lake, the Slettnings- 

 vand. I fired at, killed, and lost a Snow Bunting, of 

 which bird we afterwards saw a good many. 



Going round the lake we came to the first rock where 

 Lars had directed Ole — a good-looking rock. We fired a 

 shot underneath, but no Fjeld Orn appeared. 



But again we had the mortification of finding that our 

 shot had startled Eeindeer, a small herd of ten stags, for 

 we saw them go far out upon the frozen lake, where they 

 lay down, knowing themselves to be perfectly safe. We 

 afterwards came across their tracks and lairs on the snow 

 slopes. 



We now had a long trudge through snow and along 

 steep boulder-bestrewed hillsides to the second and third 

 rocks indicated to Ole by Lars, but all our long tramp was 

 in vain. The sky had become clouded and about two 

 o'clock began heavy rain, which continued all day with 

 little intermission. 



The second rock, just above the lower end of the lake, 

 was a round grass-grown rock, and had the nest been in 

 any part of it, it would have been easily reached by a 

 man carrying a load on his back. 



We had now to cross the river which runs out of the 

 Slettningsvand into the lower lake — Gronevand. This 

 we did knee-deep and with the snow water sucking hard 

 at our legs but without any feeling of insecurity, though 



