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large trout, which I wanted to bring to England. 

 Fishing rather farther away next day the bag was 

 seventy-five fish, weighing sixty- one pounds, the 

 largest a grayling of two pounds, with several 

 others running it very close. All were caught 

 with trout rod and palmers or bumbles. The gray- 

 ling took the fly in a most determined manner, and 

 tried to beat the line with their tails when hooked, 

 and as they have tender mouths, had to be brought 

 to net at once. The trout leaped out of the water 

 as soon as they felt the steel in a succession of 

 bounds, and were then unceremoniously wound up. 

 In fact, altogether, during the two days, enough trout 

 and grayling were caught and salted to form a useful 

 addition to the settler's winter stock of provisions. 



Bathing on the second day of my arrival at 

 Arjeploug, in the lake, I discovered that the shallow 

 muddy bottom near the margin swarmed with small 

 red animalcules, and several long black worms were 

 visible, in appearance like horse hairs, long, thin, 

 black, and resting almost motionless upon the mud. 

 Just as I had made up my mind that these animals 

 must be perfectly harmless, and was about to plunge 

 into the ice-cold water, I recollected reading that 

 Linnseus, the great naturalist, had named a certain 

 worm that he thought attacked him in the water and 

 penetrated his flesh, during his travels in Lappmark, 

 the Furia infernalis, or infernal fury. At the same 

 moment I remembered an important breakfast en- 

 gagement with my friend Herr Edholm, and threw 



