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unfavourable state of the snow which at one time, from 

 the effect of thaws, was a perfect mash, and at another 

 so hard frozen that the track of the beast was imper- 

 ceptible she finally made good her retreat. 



It was said, however, that during the following summer 

 her doom was sealed in a steel trap, and that on being 

 skinned a number of my shots were found embedded in 

 the skin or flesh about the side of her head, the point at 

 which my first barrel was directed. The bear in question 

 was one of the very few that, once on foot, escaped from 

 me during my sojourn in the northern forests. 



Though I myself have shot but few Capercali with the 

 Fogel-Hund, there is no doubt that with its aid great 

 execution may be done in the early part of the season ; for 

 the poults, when " treed," then sit so close as to be easily 

 approachable. Of the number that may thus be shot in a 

 good line of country, some idea may be formed from a 

 statement, apparently a truthful one, that recently ap- 

 peared in a Swedish periodical. 



The writer, a government official, who signs himself 

 A. M. 0., was, in the autumn of 1864, with a companion 

 on a tour of inspection of some extensive royal forests, 

 covering 600,000 to 700,000 acres, in Jockmock and 

 Arvidjaur Lapland, where game is supposed to be more 

 abundant than elsewhere in Scandinavia, and from whence 

 Stockholm and other large towns are chiefly supplied in 

 the winter. These gentlemen had a pointer of their own, 

 and the use of a Fogel-Hund, named Pompe, by all 

 accounts perfection itself, which they had borrowed from 

 a " squatter." They would appear to have shot only oc- 

 casionally, when off duty. A. M. 0. gives us in detail 

 several of their best days' performances which were, 

 indeed, extraordinary and sums up by saying that, 

 " between the 29th August and 15th September, himself 

 and friend bagged no fewer than 128 Capercali;" and there 



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