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curlews flying low came circling round the boat. They 
seemed very reluctant to leave us; several times they 
Stooped at us as if they wanted to settle; they would no 
doubt have rested on the water, but it was now much 
broken under a heavy breeze. 
Bommel Mountain—or so we made it out—came into 
view ata quarter past two that afternoon ; and two hours 
later, about ten miles off the Selb lighthouse, we took a 
pilot on board. At this time the wind was strong, and 
there was quite a heavy sea; but the little pilot cutter 
ran round us like a fish, and the way her two men 
handled her was a treat to see. 
Our pilot told me that they had been out since last 
Friday, that the Bergen pilots were having a poor time, 
and that the Saxoz, whose small size fairly seemed to 
beat him, was the first yacht over this year. 
And so we ran up the big Selbé Fjord, and lay that 
night at Bergen. 
