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the act of running, and an hour later the sun rose 
behind “the grey crags of Haglerstein-Nut. 
The favourite spring flies on Etne were (l) Black 
Doctor, best of all, (2) Jock Scott, (3) Butcher, (4) Blue 
Doctor, on dull days. For change-flies, Durham Ranger, 
Silver-grey, and Bull-dog, proved useful, while the Blue 
Doctor with silver body did best at night. Hooks in no 
case larger than No. 3, and all might well be dressed on 
double hooks (in duplicate). Several of our fish were 
killed (in very fine water) on hooks as small as No. 5. 
I cannot leave Etnedal without adding a few words 
on its feathered inhabitants. I have already referred 
to the variety of summer-birds which by day and 
night serenaded us in our little garden at Solbakken. 
The marshy haughs and hazel-coppices by the river¬ 
side afforded congenial homes to all these in numbers. 
The corncrakes arrived before there was any growth 
of grass to hide them. I had never before seen these 
skulking birds running about, like partridges, on quite 
bare ground; yet they seemed neither disconcerted 
nor ashamed of their nakedness. But the lightning- 
like way in which they “ streaked off” horizontally 
when alarmed was striking. The herons that fished 
our backwaters had established their colony in the face 
of a sheer rock-escarpment of six hundred feet over¬ 
hanging the fjord, their nests being placed either on the 
rocks or the small birches that clung to the cliff. I 
thought this curious at the time, but (as happens with 
many “ discoveries ” one makes abroad) I find the 
habit duly set out by Mr. Saunders in his all-inclusive 
“ Manual of British Birds.” Very singularly, a pair of 
ravens occupied an upper ledge in the same crag. 
