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After leaving Kalmanstunga Mary and I wan- 

 dered many miles off the track, getting lost, and 

 it was not until four in the morning that we 

 discovered the camp. 



While at breakfast next morning we saw an 

 interesting sight, of which my brother took a good 

 photograph, namely, a couple of girls packing a 

 herd of sheep into a stone kraal for the purpose of 

 milking them. They squeezed about a wineglass- 

 ful from each animal, and sold us some excellent 

 butter made from the produce. 



Next day we made a big ride of some sixty miles, 

 and in the evening were heading for a lower branch 

 of the Sorg River, where Thorgrimmer said we 

 should get a good day's fishing. He himself was 

 on a track that he had never been before, but 

 Jon said he knew the way, as he had made the cut 

 across country some sixteen years before. But Jon's 

 views on most things, except the absorption of 

 aqua vitae, were a bit rocky, and on this occasion 

 he distinguished himself by nearly drowning the 

 whole party. 



About seven in the evening we came to a for- 

 midable obstacle in the shape of a broad lake about 

 a mile and a half across. It looked impossible to 

 cross, as the usual river flowed into it, and Jon said 

 there were quicksands in many places, but that he 

 thought he knew the line all right. 



It was rather a strange sensation, wading shoulder 

 deep through the great, still lake. The shore re- 

 ceded far behind us, and still on and on we went, 

 and on looking back it seemed as if we must have 

 been walking on the water, like St. Peter. We had 

 reached the very centre of the lake, and were about 



