192 HAPPY HUNTING-GKOUNDS 



came ; I and a young lady who was returning to 

 friends in the valley on foot ; my wife on a pony 

 which had been sent up for her the night before. 

 The path for the first part of the way was fairly 

 level, but extremely rough, passing through a rugged 

 boulder-strewn moorland between the mountain-tops ; 

 but the pony proved equal to the occasion, stepping 

 up and down slippery rocks, and crossing bogs and 

 burns, as only a mountain-bred beast can be trusted 

 to do. 



The scenery was comparatively tame until we 

 neared the final stage, when the course of the stream 

 became rapid and the banks rocky and precipitous. 

 Just before the final descent, which although steep 

 is quite easy travelling, the little river broadened 

 into a lake, into which a magnificent cascade poured 

 down from the snow-fields above. The last part of 

 the journey, through a grand gorge down which the 

 stream flows into the Sundal River at Grodal, was 

 very familiar ground, and we reached home about 

 five o'clock, full of the delights of our visit to the 

 high fjeld. 



