258 Angling Travels in Norway. 



luxurious middag of Dutch cheese, rye bread, and ^, 

 while the ponies grazed along the roadside. 



From Rusaanes the new road was very loose and 

 heavy, and, as one of our unshod little beasts was getting 

 footsore, we had to tramp it for the remainder of the 

 journey. The country people will not shoe their ponies 

 until the last moment, and not even then if they can 

 avoid it. 



Arrived at Berghiilnses, we found that the hamlet 

 consisted of merely a couple of farms situated across the 

 river. They were invisible to us, but half an hour's 

 shouting and whistling produced a wild-looking individual 

 in a boat, who, however, could not put us up, as his rooms 

 were engaged for travellers expected that night. So, in 

 preference to lodging in a hayshed, we decided to push on 

 to Storjord, where at the worst we were sure to obtain 

 as good quarters. 



The farms at Berghiilnaes are situated about a mile 

 from the river upon the opposite side to the road, and 

 are approached by a very rough route ; indeed, it is 

 merely a track, mostly uphill, leading to a plateau of 

 cultivated land. 



From Berghulnses to Storjord the road runs through 

 forests of birch and pine trees, which clothe the hills 

 upon either side of the river, and snow-crowned Olfjeld, 

 5500 feet high, serves as a background for every view. 



