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place so soon. The cock crowed, the birds 

 began to sing, and sleep was banished from 

 my eyelids. 



June 16. 



This morning I made an excursion to 

 the northward, in order to examine a well, 

 reported to be of a mineral nature. It is 

 situated about half a quarter of a mile 

 from Old Pithoea, and seemed to me only a 

 common cold spring, having no taste, nor 

 could I perceive any ochre about it, nor 

 any silvery film on its surface. In the road 

 to this spring stands a steep hill called 

 Brevikberget, which I climbed with great 

 difficulty. In the clefts of the rock lay 

 several wings of young ravens and crows, 

 with feet of hares, &c. " See,'' said I to 

 my companion, " here has been the nest 

 of an Eagle Owl \" On arriving at the 

 next crag, a little higher up, we discovered 

 a pair of birds of this species [St?'ii' Bubo) 

 sitting in a hollow of the rock. Their eyes 

 sparkled like lire, for the iris in each of 



