ELK-HUNTING IN NORWAY 127 



1 Hallo there, Ivor I' 



' Hallo there !' 



4 There is a dead elk down there in the trees, I 

 think.' 



A pause and a search. 



4 Her han er !' (Here he is!) crescendo. 



4 Er han stor ?' (Is he big ?) vibrato. 



1 En pen oxe ' (A good bull). 



With a light heart I descended by a long round- 

 about scramble to the party below, and in the in- 

 tervals of lunch related to a sympathetic audience, 

 amid cheery laughter, the incidents of the find and 

 kill. He was a fair bull, with a handsome though 

 moderate -sized head. Two bullets had raked him 

 downwards from back to breast. One had broken 

 his thigh. Two had missed the mark. 



The day was yet young, and more ground remained 

 to be hunted. After lunch Johan returned for horses 

 to bring the elk home, while Ivor and I continued 

 towards the far extremity of our ground in search of 

 the big bull. Then occurred a somewhat ludicrous 

 episode. We had not gone far through the forest, 

 when we heard the baying of a dog in the distance, 

 well in the centre of the wooded hillside we were 

 approaching, and away from all human habitation. 

 Evidently some dog from the valley was out hunting 

 on his own account in all probability baying an elk. 

 For a mile and a half, at least, we hustled along, till 

 we approached a thickly wooded knoll, in the centre 

 of which a dog was evidently baying something. An 

 old bull elk for certain, thought we, held at bay by a 

 Norwegian collie. In some parts of Norway this has 

 been though now forbidden by law a not uncommon 

 and fairly successful method of elk-hunting. The 



