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THE AMERICAN-SC AN DIN AVIAN REVIEW 
This was exactly how it began two years ago when he had in- 
flammation ol the lungs and was in bed for a month. That time, too, 
he had been in just such a perspiration and had shivered with cold 
afterwards. Since then he had now and then noticed, when he had 
been running really hard, a little sharp pain in his left side when he 
bieathed; but he had never troubled about it, and it had always gone 
again, and so it would be sure to do now. 
At about one he had to get up again and make up the fire. It 
was a beautiful moonlight night; the grass was white with frost, and 
the river down on the marshland below shone like silver. As he stood 
at the window, he could see through the little square panes the huge 
shoulder of Ivuvfjeld standing up above the belt of forest. He had 
once shot a bear in its winter lair up there. 
But he must try to get some sleep. He had to be up and off to 
the forest again by six. But while he dozed for two or three hours, he 
kept on dreaming, and Storm raised his head again and again be¬ 
cause his mastei talked in his sleep. Peter dreamed that he was run- 
ning aftei the moose with the curious horns, and was so breathless 
that he thought he was going to die. At last the moose stood still; but 
when he fired, he could see the bullet emerging in a leisurely way from 
the barrel. He saw it all through the air, and when it fell ‘on the 
moose, it bounded off like a pea. 
He awoke in a perspiration, and then began shivering with cold. 
hie did not sleep much that night, but when day broke he never¬ 
theless prepared to set off for the forest, made coffee, and tied up his 
bag, though the pain in his side was still there, and his head throbbed 
violently. But as he staggered across the grass, and felt how sore and 
feehle his whole body seemed to be, he began to have misgivings. 
It would take four or five hours to get down to human habita¬ 
tions, and to be left lying ill up in the forest could only end in one 
way. It would not be much better to be here in the saeter-hut, although 
at least one had a roof over one’s head. Perhaps it would be better to 
stay in the hut for the present, and see how things turned out. He 
could wait at any rate until later in the day, and perhaps he would be 
better then. 
not get better, however; he grew worse. The pain in his 
left side spread to the right too, and his breath was short and insuffi¬ 
cient. When he became aware of this, he was at once the prudent 
forester. He collected all the wood he could find about the hut, and 
brought in a supply of water. Out in the dairy-hut he found a couple 
of ragged blankets, which he also brought in; but when all this was 
done he was perspiring at every pore. He made up the fire and 
wrapped himself up well. The beams of the morning sun filtered in 
over the floor and down the wall; and as the hours passed, the patches 
of sunlight moved on, and the fire on the hearth died down but still 
