4 TRAVELS IN THE EIGHTIES. 



fatiguing to walk in rainy than in fine weather. The 

 day after the rain I hooked nine fresh-run salmon in 

 one small pool near the sea, gaffing and landing five. 

 One day, while crossing a steep face of rock, I slipped 

 with rubber boots on and fell into a deep pool in the 

 river, laden with a heavy bag of brown trout. I 

 recovered my rod from the bottom of the pool next 

 day, having been obliged to let it sink in my efforts 

 to reach the opposite bank by swimming. 



After quitting Baeverdal I joined a friend, son of 

 the Hon. Mr. Justice Denman, at Christiansund, on the 

 Tasso, which landed us on the long flat island of 

 Hitteren, on which we had leased from some farmers 

 the right of shooting red deer over their land. Nor- 

 wegian red deer have generally finer horns and are 

 heavier than Scotch red deer, one having been killed 

 by my brother on the small island of Tusteren, a short 

 distance to the south of Hitteren, weighing when 

 cleaned nearly thirty stone. The tolk " Ferguson" 

 was sent round by a rough cart road to Strom, while 

 we walked across the island to the same place to the 

 hospitable roof of old Egersen. Next day a note from 

 our interpreter arrived, written in very bad English, 

 asking for more ponies, and stating that he "tank 

 plenty bandy up de hill/' He meant trouble, not 

 brandy. At Strom we agreed that whatever foreign 

 matters might be present in the milk and fladbrod 

 that the interior of a boiled egg must necessarily be 

 uncontaminated. 



On the 31st of August we walked to a small hut 



