THE GUN AT HOME AND ABROAD 
an English-speaking farmer in Laerdalsoren, who was himself an old 
hunter, and he urged me to go to the Jotunheim, where lived an old reindeer 
hunter named Ole Olesen who was most likely to know where deer were 
still to be found. 
Whilst on the previous hunt everything had gone wrong, now the God- 
dess of Fortune smiled upon me, and I had one of the easiest and most 
delightful trips I ever enjoyed. Instead of a long journey of three days in 
carrioles, a powerful 45 -horse -power Lorraine -Detreich took me up the 
mountains for seventy miles by lunch -time to the lake of Tyin. Here I met 
Olesen, who agreed to accompany me, and going by motor -boat down the 
lake met his son with a good pony, and we ascended to his hut on the fol- 
lowing day, the pony doing two trips to get the baggage up. 
During the fortnight I hunted on the Jotunheim round the magnificent 
Gallopegin, the highest mountain in Norway, we experienced the most 
glorious weather, with sunshine and a good breeze every day. If the hunter 
were to judge the walking on Norwegian mountains by those of Laerdal 
or Saetersdal he would be wrong in his estimate that all are as rough, for 
walking on the Jotunheim mountains was like that on an easy Scottish 
moor, and except in a few places presented no difficulties. Olesen knew 
that there was one large herd of wild reindeer in the immediate neigh- 
bourhood, for he had killed four or five of them every year for the past 
ten years, and said that no one hunted there but himself, as the distance 
from the main villages was too great. He said the herd contained fifteen or 
twenty fine bucks, and that they were always together at this season of the 
year in some broken corries about three miles to the west of the hut. 
We started before daylight on September 1 , and going west for an hour 
did not find any sign of deer that was not months old. After rising for about 
500 feet we looked into various corries that seemed made for reindeer, and 
after a long spy I was about to move my position when, chancing to look 
downhill and somewhat to the left, I saw the horns of a large stag moving 
behind some rocks. A swift run up and along the hill gave us a better view 
of the corrie, and immediately I looked down the hill I saw a sight which had 
been both my dream and hope for several years. There, scattered on the 
steep slope amongst the boulders, was a splendid herd of reindeer num- 
bering at least 150 individuals. Most of the adult stags were still in velvet, 
only two being clean, and they stood in groups together, presenting a per- 
fect little forest of antlers. The wind was just right, blowing straight in 
from the east and then uphill towards me, whilst the majority of the 
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