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on the steep fjeldside, was formed the neatest circular 
lair, from which all brushwood had been forced back, 
and with a soft carpet of heather, all besprinkled with 
brown and grizzly hairs. There was also evidence that 
our friend had dined the night before on mutton—wool 
and all. This was, no doubt, the lair he had selected 
four nights previously, after killing the sheep; and it 
was admirably chosen, commanding an uninterrupted 
look-out in every direction, far and near, and (though 
Bruin had probably not considered that point) a superb 
view across the main valley, with the beautiful winding 
river far below, and the panorama of fantastic snow- 
peaks beyond. 
IV. Krok-vand and Solaas-vand. 
The early morning of July 2nd found us (as narrated 
above) close to the bear’s kill, and, in fact, in his aban¬ 
doned bedroom. It was our intention to spend the 
next thirty-six hours in an expedition to two larger 
lakes, which lay at a somewhat indefinite distance across 
the rolling Langora-fjelds, called Krok and Solaas- 
vands. The morning was very wet, and for miles after 
reaching the summit of the fj eld our course lay across 
an open expanse of springy moss—thousands of hum¬ 
mocks of green, grey, and yellow reindeer-mosses, 
varied by patches of heather, bilberry, and trailing 
birch. The latter, now bursting into leaf, produced a 
curious effect, the stratum of foliage being quite a foot 
from the ground beneath, with a void between. The 
only signs of life were an odd pair of whimbrels at 
intervals of a mile or two, a few golden plover (found a 
