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WILD NORWAY. 
flying far. One fine old cock ptarmigan sat so immov¬ 
able that I made the annexed sketch from life within 
ten yards, all the feathers of crown and chin erected, 
and the wind playing with the very long coverts and 
tertiaries. He then allowed Lars to have three or four 
broken stones—an exquisite harmony in colours. They 
would sit thus while one approached within a few yards, 
when curious necks craned up erect among the crags 
—many hitherto unseen—and away they all dashed 
in rapid flight, twisting round rocks or diving over 
some projecting point, smart as woodcock, but seldom 
PTARMIGAN. 
