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to sleep facing the north. At noon their heads turn 
due south. 
We found to-day, among others, two nests of blue- 
throat—one with seven eggs, the other with seven 
young, half-feathered; also one of Lap-bunting with 
six eggs; and four young great snipes, newly hatched. 
I had previously found a nest of this bird with four 
fresh eggs on June 8 th in Sondmor. We have tivice 
put up jacksnipe on the fjelds, but have never found 
a nest. 
A blood-red first-quarter moon was setting as we 
eventually reached beautiful Solaas-vand about 11 p.m. 
—beautiful indeed as a scene in fairyland, with its 
great dark rocks and wild forests mirrored on a ripple - 
less surface till, in that mysterious northern night, 
one cannot tell where water ends or foliage begins. 
But that fine sheet of water, with its many possi¬ 
bilities, was not to disclose its ornithological secrets 
to us; here, again, we were confronted with the same 
difficulty—a boat, or boats, existed somewhere, but 
where we knew not, nor was there any to tell us nearer 
than in the distant valley, twenty miles away. With¬ 
out a boat little can be done, and we were obliged to 
regard our venture as merely a flying survey. The 
great extent of these fj eld-lakes, or rather chains of 
lakes, and their remoteness from a base of operations, 
precludes their being explored in any cursory way, or 
in a limited time. To investigate such places neces¬ 
sitates a more elaborate expedition, provided with tent, 
canteen, and other necessaries, probably a portable boat, 
and at least a week or two’s hard work. 
The night being very cold (a white hoar frost already 
