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which had come there in the early summer, and now seemed afraid 

 to recross the rapids. 



Aug. 23rd. An expedition of seven guns set out to-day to 

 shoot Mountain Hares on the islands, but they only got one ! 

 A Buzzard had a great quarrel with the Hooded Crows on the 

 island in front of our quarters. During a long row I saw a great 

 many Divers and Wigeon ; some of the " flappers" I pursued in 

 the boat, but without success. 



Aug. 24th. A very wet day ; saw a Merlin and many Divers 

 (Lomme). On another island was a very familiar young Eeindeer 

 that insisted on accompanying me across the rapids, even trying 

 to get into the boat. I saw a Lemming swim across the very 

 swiftest part of the rapid in the streak of smooth just before the 

 first broken water. 



Aug. 25th. There were a great many ducks on the water to-day. 

 The Buzzards were screaming very excitedly from a pine tree 

 near the first rapids. In one of the shops here hung the skins of 

 two Wolverines that were trapped near the rapids last winter. 



Aug. 26th. A very stiff breeze carried us right up the 

 Homafvan to Jackvik at the upper end, a distance of some forty 

 miles. The only birds seen were Black-throated and Red-throated 

 Divers, one Great Northern Diver, and a few Ducks. 



Aug. 27th. We went up to fish in the Summselet, a little 

 lake which forms one of the series between the Seddvajaure 

 and the Homafvan. Four Buzzards appeared and always kept 

 together, perpetually uttering their sharp screaming cries. We 

 again saw Sandpipers, which we had not seen since the 19th, 

 a great many Divers and Ducks, and a flock of seven Wild Geese, 

 which rose from a little lake by which we reached our fishing. 

 Into the Summselet the Shelleftoe Elv falls in two fine " fosses," 

 and it likewise empties itself into the Homafvan by two long 

 rapids. Above the two waterfalls Grayling, do not occur, Trout 

 and Char being the only fish. Our four friends, the Bough-legged 

 Buzzards, kept meeting us all day long. As we returned at night 

 laden with spoil, we put up a great many Teal from the willow- 

 swamp by the lake-side. 



Aug. 28th. Another angler had come to the Summselet 

 to*day, in the shape of a fine Otter that had selected the top of 

 one of the lower rapids for his " cast." In the island between 

 the two streams I saw a party of three Siberian Jays eating 



