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Smedalsvand Bridge by seven o'clock. We then sent on 

 our carioles to Maristuen. 



We got to the LiUe Frostdal nest at about half-past 

 nine. I got within shot of the nest and shot the female 

 as she left it. Then Peder Hougen went down. He 

 simply gave the rope a twist round the projecting rock 

 above the nest and went down hand under hand, and in a 

 few minutes he brought up the two eggs, which were 

 pretty hard set. One is very long-shaped, and not well 

 marked. We then retrieved the dead bird. She had 

 fallen at least 250 feet, and smashed her skull badly 

 against the rock. 



We then proceeded towards the old nest in Valdersdal. 

 We went a little out of the direct line, which made the 

 distance fully five miles between the two nests. The 

 snow on the plateau of the Fjeld was very firm and good 

 walking — the best, indeed, we have yet had — but in 

 Slutedal it was very soft. 



We reached the top of the rock in Valdersdal about 

 two o'clock. As before, Peder simply took the rope in his 

 hand, and we saw him literally running down the rock, 

 bearing hardly at all upon the rope which Ole and I held 

 at the top. 



The male bird showed, and I fired a long shot without 

 effect. Then to our surprise off came a second ? from 

 the nest, which he must have picked up since the first ? 

 was shot on the 16th. Both birds got clear away, and we 

 were not altogether sorry for it. 



In about five or ten minutes from the time we saw 

 Peder'shead disappear we heard a shout far below, and on 

 looking over we saw him right down at the foot of the 

 cliff, and he shouted up that he had the three eggs safe in 

 Alston's collecting-box. From the time he left us at the 

 top till we heard his shout, he had not so much as given a 

 single direction, or, indeed, spoken at all. He simply — to 



