BERGEN TO TROMSO 15 
June oth.—The morning after this I paid another visit 
to the base of the hill and took several specimens of the 
the only butterfly I saw. This butterfly? as it flies looks 
much like our meadow-brown, but the ‘under side of 
lower wings are grey, like the under side of a sallow 
leaf.’ 
I was again ‘struck by the fact I noticed last night. 
Under a considerable proportion of the trees which held 
a fieldfare’s new nest (under the majority | thought) was 
lying a last year's nest; as if to suggest that the birds 
return to the same tree and pull the old nest out. For 
fieldfares’ nests are set so deeply and firmly in the fork, 
that either they could not be blown out in an entire 
state, or if blown out would surely be carried farther 
away. I asked our friend the farmer whether boys ever 
touched the nests, and he said, “N ever—why should a 
boy touch a nest?” 
‘His little boy Christian brought out a baby hare, 
apparently about three weeks old, which he had picked 
up on the mountain side, and was keeping as a pet. 
This little creature had black-tipped ears, and its coat 
was pepper and salt. As I held it in my hand it made 
a squeaking noise.’ 
While we were at Troms6 we interviewed one Jansen, 
a walrus hunter, and the only man there, they said, who 
had ever been on Kolguev. He had landed there once, 
he told us, five years ago, and he pointed out the spot 
l Erebia Manto Schiff. 
