RED DEER. 



morning of June 21. When the sun shines 

 the fierce rays pour down on the heather 

 and dry it till it is hard and wiry, so hard 

 as to wear out the stoutest boots quickly. 

 Innumerable bees gather to the heather- 

 bells; it is a question where they all come 

 from ; they must travel long distances to 

 the feast of honey. The whortleberries 

 ripen, and women and children go out to 

 pick them. It is their harvest of the year ; 

 tons and tons whole truck-loads are sent 

 away by railroad. Rain and fog alternate 

 for most of the winter, together with in- 

 tense cold. Against this bitter cold large 

 quantities of turf are laid in, and the fires 

 on the hearths banked up in glowing piles. 



The thickness of the fogs often prevents 

 the sight from penetrating more than a few 

 yards, and so confuses the wayfarer that the 

 residents much prefer the darkness of night 

 to the vapours of noonday. They can find 



