224 WANDERINGS AND MEMORIES 



witting was described as a " man of many bottoms," 

 a curious simile that reminded one of certain lines 

 in the " Pink 'Un " about Mr. Gladstone. 



There was no carriole available at Skagen, so 

 my companion, Captain Bennett, and I mounted 

 bicycles and rode six miles along a level road to 

 Foro, where we found a simple farmhouse, kept by 

 one Fru Larsen, which was to be our home for some 

 time. The house stands on rising ground above a 

 beautiful fresh-water lake known as " Henderson's," 

 the home of numerous brown trout. Over the hill 

 about 600 yards away is a large lake of brackish 

 water known as the " Salt Lake," which connects 

 with the sea by means of a stream. Immediately 

 below this lake is a sea wall, which blocks the tide 

 from coming further. To the west another strip 

 of land almost encloses a large bay, which at low 

 tide is a series of great pools covered with rocks, 

 seaweed and sand. Through the centre of this runs 

 the stream from the Salt Lake to the sea, and 

 at the narrow channel where it emerges to the 

 ocean there is a considerable rush of water at low 

 tide. Here we sometimes had excellent sport with 

 the sea -trout until early September, when a great 

 spate allowed the majority of the fish to run up 

 to the fresh- water lakes and streams. The estuary 

 and sea -lakes and adjacent fresh- water marshes 

 were a favourite feeding-ground for many species 

 of waders now on migration. The most abundant 

 species were the Ruffs, which flew in all directions, 

 sometimes in large flocks. As a rule, they were 

 very tame, but became nervous and unsettled in 

 rough or wet weather. Common Redshank, Curlew, 

 Whimbrel, Snipe, were also plentiful, and an 



