NORWEGIAN FOWLERS. 193 



ropes, and thus captured the birds sitting on their 

 eggs in such numbers that a boat was soon filled with 

 them. This reminds one of Shakespeare's description 

 of " one that gathers samphire, dreadful trade I" The 

 Norwegian fowlers go down precipitous cliffs where 

 they can barely find places to insert their fingers and 

 toes, and are nothing daunted, although a hundred 

 fathoms or more intervene between them and the 

 bases of the rocks. 



