TROUT IN NOR IV A Y. 27 



coloured sky overhead for about two hours, and long 

 before we reached our destination it was broad daylight. 

 The good people of Breistoi, like those of Husum, made 

 no demur at getting up and making us some coffee, 

 indeed, everywhere when we came in at the small hours, 

 as we often did, there was the greatest readiness to 

 oblige us. 



Norway is not a land to lie abed in, and by six o'clock 

 I walked down to the river for my bath, rod in hand. 

 Before returning to the house I got two fish, one three- 

 quarters, and the other one and a half pounds weight, 

 and immediately after breakfast one of two pounds, 

 and then I rose one which I had seen playing about in 

 the middle of the pool ; this was a good one, and my line 

 flew out merrily, but only to come away again, as soon as 

 the fish stopped running. Thinking to come to him 

 again, I left him alone and went higher up the stream, 

 but one of my friends following an hour after, got a rise 

 from me and the fish at the same time, and killed my 

 trout, a magnificent fellow of two and three-quarters 

 pounds. During the day I was accompanied by our 

 pilot, the Californian, who again used the landing-net for 

 me. Perhaps his English may be taken as a specimen of 

 the current language of California, it was full of oaths 

 and foul expletives, which were uttered with the con- 

 viction that they were in perfect good manners. The 

 result was rather peculiar, and after the novelty of the 

 thing wore off, decidedly unpleasant. 



We were here in quite another climate from yesterday, 

 the snow was all around us on the bare hills, and the water 



