32 ANGLERS' EVENINGS. 



dark precipitous woods slope down to the water's edge, 

 and here and there a glittering white " fosse," bred of the 

 snows above, pitches over the precipice, or roars down 

 the abyss. On our side of the lake, the road skirts the 

 water as far as I can see, no great distance, for a bend in 

 the lake appears to bring it to a sudden termination, 

 and to enclose the landscape in a vast amphitheatre of 

 loneliness. 



The landlord of the station at Tune, who is a member 

 of the Storthing, sadly wanted us to stay, telling us of big 

 fish to be got up the mountains, and even saying that 

 bears were to be shot in his fields ; but like the wandering 

 Jew, we must go on. A gentleman whom we met after- 

 wards some distance further on, told us that the hope of 

 killing a bear induced him to stay at Tune, and he waited 

 out all one night in the hopes of getting one, but he only 

 succeeded in frightening himself almost to death, lest the 

 bear should come and eat him instead of a carcase, which 

 the brute was said to have killed, and which he would be 

 sure to return to devour. 



The next stage is to Oylo, the road for a long way 

 runs close to the lake, and the journey is one of the most 

 beautiful of the land stages we have travelled ; next came 

 Stee, which we did not reach till afternoon, and being 

 rather lazily inclined we decided to stay the night at. 

 The place, like Tune, is near a lake, into which a river 

 runs, about a mile and a half away. We found a rickety 

 boat not far off, and at about seven o'clock rowed over to 

 the river to fish it. By ten o'clock, when we stopped, 

 we had each a dozen fish of half a pound and over. 



