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my friends, I found them engaged with trout, so that 

 after half an hour, I could stand it no longer, abandoned 

 my brand-new salmon rod, and took to my faithful, 

 single-handed trouter. My time had come now, and as 

 long as we stayed — it was eight o'clock in the evening 

 when we commenced — I caught trout of about half a pound 

 weight nearly as fast as I could land them. We were 

 obliged to leave in the height of our success, for our lad 

 had become impatient, and though the light held out, as 

 it would all night, it was getting late. Each with a nicely 

 stocked basket, we mounted our carrioles once more, and 

 with the lightest of hearts drove on to Husum, the next 

 station, where we stayed the night. There is a capital 

 house here, and the people, who were in bed when we 

 arrived, made no demur at getting up and cooking us a 

 meal. 



In the morning we found the river much too rough to 

 fish ; there is not smooth water enough at Husum even to 

 have a bath in, and our morning tub was taken only 

 knee-deep with the crystal waters swirling around our 

 legs. We sadly wished to go back to our last night's 

 ground, but prudence overcame our desire and we went 

 onward, towards Haeg. Midway between the two stations, 

 near an old blackened wooden church, of most extraordi- 

 nary and interesting construction, and said to be a thousand 

 years old (the famous Borgund old Church), the river is 

 a sweetly rippling stream of forty yards breadth, with 

 pools and streams and scours in perfection. Here we 

 alighted, and sent our traps on by the lad. Our rods had 

 not been taken down from the last night, so immediately 



