NORJVAV 83 



Many pretty little flowers grow on the Fjeld now, some 

 of which I propose to gather one of these days when I 

 have the blot-book with me. 



At last we turned down through the birch- wood, and 

 reached this Soeter — the Soeter Hesteorne — about two 

 o'clock. It is prettily situated near the river, with the 

 big marsh at the head of the Lake just below. 



The girls in charge were not at home, but we soon 

 made ourselves comfortable, and converted the half of the 

 house into very cosy-looking quarters— driving in nails 

 and hanging up our things. 



Then Ole proved himself an excellent cook, and we 

 had a grand dinner of fried venison, potatoes, bread, etc., 

 with a huge wooden bowl of milk, to which we helped 

 ourselves from the milk-house. After dinner the ladies 

 of the house returned and seemed glad to see us — though 

 one would think it would be rather a bore to be thus 

 turned out of house and home. 



We then went out, Alston to try for a Bluethroat, and 

 Ole and I and Trond, our boy, to try for a Trout or two, 

 but none of us were successful. 



Alston saw lots of Bramblings, Fieldfares, and Eed- 

 wings in the woods, but could see no Bluethroats, and 

 came to suspect that they do not come down into the 

 valley. 



As Ole and I walked along through the willow scrub, 

 Ole said, ' What bird was that ? ' but I did not see it, as 

 it pitched past as he spoke. We hunted high and low in 

 vain, but we could not put it up. He said it was white 

 underneath, with some red about the neck and shoulders, 

 and was a good deal smaller than a Kedshank (?). 



Soon after, Trond, a sharp-eyed, active little fellow, 

 son of Neils Thune, held up his hands and showed us an 

 egg lying on the bare ground. It was rather bleached 

 with the sun, and quite rotten. It could be nothing else 



