48 TRAVELS IN THE EIGHTIES. 



by our scent. The moment has arrived. The leading 

 elk suddenly stops and starts back with uplifted neck. 

 Both stand for a second motionless and then dash 

 away with headlong speed, throwing up earth and 

 stones and breaking branches in their wild retreat. 



The same night we reached the Foemundsjo, and 

 the next morning the high road, where I was able to 

 find a carriole to take me into Eoraas, which is on the 

 Christiania Trondhjem Kailway. 



