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and Boevei'dal, and is about eight miles from both, over- 

 flowing by a small stream which runs into the river 

 draining Boeverdal. 



This country is well-wooded, and almost uninhabited, 

 except by the occupants of some sseters in summer time, 

 and shelters a few bears, which generally descend into 

 Siirendal for a little fresh mutton after hibernation. 



Seated upon a stone slab, in the drift of the fire's 

 smoke, in the endeavour to keep the mosquitoes at bay, 

 we did justice to a capital repast, and later on retired 

 to our bed tent. Our faces upon the morrow bore 

 evidence of the attentions of the tuneful insects, and after 

 a swim in the lake's tepid water, we proceeded to break- 

 fast, my pal remarking, " Now, if we were in St. Peters- 

 burg, we should be selecting our food from fish swimming 

 in a glass-sided tank ! " Hinting that if he took his 

 pleasure that way, he could be easily indulged here, I 

 set to work to construct a fish-pond, with the assistance 

 of all hands, from whose finger-tips the skin was speedily 

 removed in lifting the heavy stones. The masonry com- 

 pleted, by directing the rills we so controlled the entire 

 stream, that we could make it course through the inter- 

 stices of our walls, or could divert any portion of it in 

 the event of a fresh, and for the comfort of its future 

 inmates, we provided shelter from the light and sun by 

 erecting leafy branches around it. 



