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curlews flying low came circling round the boat. They 

 seemed very reluctant to leave us ; several times they 

 stooped at us as if they wanted to settle ; they would no 

 doubt have rested on the water, but it was now much 

 broken under a heavy breeze. 



Bommel Mountain — or so we made it out — came into 

 view at a quarter past two that afternoon ; and two hours 

 later, about ten miles off the Selb lighthouse, we took a 

 pilot on board. At this time the wind was strong, and 

 there was quite a heavy sea ; but the little pilot cutter 

 ran round us like a fish, and the way her two men 

 handled her was a treat to see. 



Our pilot told me that they had been out since last 

 Friday, that the Bergen pilots were having a poor time, 

 and that the Saxon, whose small size fairly seemed to 

 beat him, was the first yacht over this year. 



And so we ran up the big Selbo Fjord, and lay that 

 night at Bergen. 



