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my brother found a round pebble about three 

 inches in circumference, and weighing one 

 ounce. This must have been a troublesome 

 mouthful to get down. 



The trout in these snow-fed waters of Wes- 

 tern Norway are usually poor specimens of the 

 race. Far other are their cousins in the forest 

 lakes and rivers on the Swedish side. Over 

 twenty years ago I spent many summers roam- 

 ing about Norway in search of trout-fishing. 

 The best I found was in the neighbourhood of 

 the great Faemund So, a lake forty miles long, 

 lying between the Christiania-Trondhjem rail- 

 way and the Swedish frontier. There were 

 grayling too, running up to 3 Ib. weight. 

 But fishing there had its disadvantages. The 

 flies that fattened the fish drove the angler 

 mad. It was then a difficult country to get 

 about in, and accommodation was scanty. A 

 tent, which I used, enabled one to get the 

 best sport, but tent life in a mosquito country 

 wants very good sport indeed to make it en- 

 durable. Now there is a road to the great 

 lake, and a steamer runs upon it. There are 

 more conveniences and doubtless fewer trout. 

 Sic transit gloria. 



