204 A SPRING AND SUMMER IN LAPLAND. 



dead some time) for the sake of making some 

 blood- cakes with flour. The blood of every animal 

 is eaten here with great avidity. I can bring my- 

 self pretty well to every kind of diet, and, as may 

 be supposed, in a wandering life like mine, I have 

 eaten many curious kinds of dishes ; but these 

 blood- cakes I cannot stand. Another fire was 

 soon kindled close to where the elk lay, and after 

 he was " grulloched" we left him, intending to 

 sledge him home next day. We did not forget, 

 however, to cut away a good supply of beef for 

 our supper ; and in high glee we all set off for 

 another drive. This, however, was unsuccessful, 

 and lasted till sundown, when we all made for the 

 cottage where we had slept on the previous occa- 

 sion. I was the only one who fired a shot in the 

 second drive, for just as it was ending, and we 

 were certain that no elk were on foot, a fine male 

 capercailzie, disturbed by the beaters, perched on a 

 fir about 100 yards from me, and I cut him out very 

 prettily with a single ball. I was rather pleased, 

 as I had never yet tried the range of my gun. 



Our party, on returning to the cottage, was 

 too large for all to obtain a shake-down indoors ; 

 so it was agreed that we " swells" should have 

 the floor, and the mob light a large fire and 

 bivouac outside. The evening was spent in listen- 

 ing to adventures of forest and fell, each man 



