138 MY SPORTING HOLIDAYS 



into one lung the blood evidently came from the 

 nose hut too far forward. I have no doubt he 

 eventually recovered. Ivor and I returned to Johan's 

 house that night, having gone too far down the main 

 valley to recross the stream and reach the saeter, 

 somewhat weary and depressed. 



On our last day we tried a drive, this time with 

 success. Eight men swept the woods at the south 

 end, with the result that a three-year-old bull, with 

 his family, undertook to pass within 100 yards of my 

 post in the forest, and paid the penalty with his life. 

 Another bull behind him turned back at the shot, and 

 passed through the drivers. The following day we 

 left for Throndhjem and home. 



The following season 1903 we paid yet another 

 visit to our elk-forest. Alec Henderson was unable 

 to get out until September 12, when the elk season 

 had already opened. But his brother, Captain Harold 

 Henderson (2nd Life Guards), with his wife, Lady 

 Violet Henderson, accompanied me to the Gula a 

 fortnight in advance, in order to try and give some 

 late Gula salmon a chance of being caught. 



The weather, as it happened, was fine and bright, 

 and the water rather too low for successful sport ; but 

 we managed to kill a dozen salmon and grilse during 

 the last ten days of the fishing season, mostly with 

 prawn and worm, to be strictly accurate. 



The fly was given every chance, but for many days 

 the few fish that there were in the water would not 

 look at it. 



A week before our arrival on September 1 the 

 Gula had witnessed a record flood, the marks of 

 which we saw high up on its banks, and it was re- 



