;8 TRAVELS OF A NATURALIST 



the nest is apparently in a very bad place, we resolved to 

 get up Peder Hougen to-morrow. Ole is to write him 

 to-night, and he will be able to take the nest about 

 one o'clock. We left the ropes, our guns, etc., in the Soeter 

 till to-morrow, that being the only day we can now spare 

 from Thune and the Broadbills {Triiiga platijrijncha) . 



We got a White Wagtail's nest and two eggs from the 

 lad at Kirkesoeterne. 



The first swells we have met — a dowager countess 

 and party — dined here and passed on to their salmon 

 river. 



July 2. 



On Sunday, the 2nd of July we had thunder at midday, 

 followed by a fine afternoon. 



Peder did not come. He was to have met us at the 

 bridge at one o'clock. We concluded that he was not at 

 home and had not got Ole's letter. We then went up to 

 the rock, and Ole let me down above the nest with the 

 rope to within 40 feet of it. I shouted, and shot the hen 

 as she came off. Alston tried for the <? by lying behind 

 a rock after we went down, but it was of no use. We 

 could not see into the nest, and it is certainly the worst 

 rock we have seen yet. There was no help for it, so we 

 returned to Nystuen. 



Alston found little hills made by Lemmings, quite 

 circular and nearly flat. 



We dined off Reindeer — excellent venison — and after 

 dinner I went with Ole to the top of Sturganoset to see 

 the sun set, a pretty quick stilf pull of about 1,200 feet. 

 But we were half an hour too late to see all the glories of 

 the sunset. We saw the set without the sun, but that 

 was worth the walk too. We got down about ten minutes 

 past ten, the sun setting about nine o'clock. 



At the top of Sturganoset we saw tracks of Fox. 



We came down a deep cleft in the mountain, which 



