NORWAY 13 



9 a.m. ; we had a bitterly cold drive along the side of 

 the Lille Miosen, amidst very fine scenery. On the way 

 we saw numerous Kedwings, Fieldfares, and a few Ring 

 Ouzels, also one Peregrine Falcon, a fine adult S Merlin, 

 a Kestrel, a few Bramblings and Dippers. Leaving the 

 lake we ascended to another small lake, which was entirely 

 frozen over. We saw water only where the river ran in 

 and out of it ; and shortly afterwards we arrived at Skog- 

 stad, 1,830 feet in elevation, where, on looking round, we 

 found ourselves quite surrounded with snow mountains, 

 the frozen lake lying behind, and the vast Fillefjeld 

 before us. 



We found that Ole Nystuen (see Bennett) was going 

 up with us, and we at once tackled him about collecting. 

 We found him to be quite a brick (Alston). 



We now prepared for our passage across the Fjeld. 

 After getting warm we got into our carioles and pro- 

 ceeded, two other horses drawing two sleighs in carts 

 behind. 



After going about one English mile, we changed 

 carriages ; that is, our carioles were placed upon two 

 sleighs — the wheels having been taken off — and we our- 

 selves on two others. Alston's was a most luxurious 

 affair, while mine was a very simple one, on which I 

 sat on my portmanteau. 



Being uphill almost all the way, we went nearly the 

 whole distance at a walking pace, our horses occasionally 

 plunging deep in the snow, and I once getting a half- 

 upset. Far as we could see around, the snow lay 6 

 or 8 feet deep, and deeper where the wind had drifted 

 it. We sleighed over at least 3 feet of hard snow, 

 and the dog that accompanied us ran lightly over it, 

 scarcely leaving the impress of his feet. 



The last mile (English) to Nystuen we sleighed over 

 the frozen lake at a rattling merry pace up to the very 



