TROUTING FOR TOURISTS. 
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strong rapids, and commencing immediately above a 
barrier of grey granite, which some old-time convulsion 
had hurled athwart the glen, thus damming up the 
stream above. Here the trout all ran of a nice size, 
and hardly a day but yielded a few big ones. The 
fishing, however, was difficult, the best pools being 
broad and much obstructed by trees, hard to work 
save by aid of a breeze to raise a curl on their dark 
surfaces. A breeze, however, was a thing to pray for— 
to dream of. For that rock-girt ravine, reflecting every 
ray of the summer sun, was too abrupt and tortuous to 
admit of any continuous current of air. 
The hay-harvest had already commenced. On 
“Waterloo day” we first noticed the natives beginning 
to hang the cut grass to dry on their stake-fences as the 
Norsk custom is. Under the alders by the river, and 
along its damp, shaded haughs, flitted brilliant butter¬ 
flies—commas, fritillaries, and many more ; but we were 
too languid to catch them, and decided to move a 
thousand feet higher. 
Our next quarters were selected after long and 
careful study of the Ordnance maps. They appeared to 
form the focus of a network of lake and river, and took 
two days to reach by the easy-going system of posting 
—some stages by water, where a woman usually formed 
one of the crew, and pulled as hard as any. Part of 
the journey lay over an elevated table-land—desolate 
heaths, somewhat monotonous, though the serrated 
peaks on either side were fantastic and striking in 
the extreme. 
In the descent we encountered the cariole spill that 
is inevitable at intervals, and I only mention this 
