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at well over four feet, and put their points at nearer 
forty than thirty ! The “tops” were specially fine and 
branchy, while there was an unusual development of 
the backward tine on the left horn. The white bull, 
though bulking as big in body, carried only a poor 
head. He appeared to be snow-white from stem to 
stern, and was probably an albino. 
Next day (August 30th) was the wildest and stormiest 
I ever weathered on the fjeld. We sighted two deer, 
but stalking was out of all question, and such was 
the force of the wind that in attempting to climb 
the “ Horse-shoe glacier,” W. was lifted off his legs, and 
had we not had the ponies with us, I doubt if he could 
have reached the summit. But the reader’s patience may 
well be exhausted by this weary catalogue of difficulties 
and disappointments; so I will conclude, by way of 
variety, with an episode of the other sort. 
II. A Lucky Wind-up. 
Our last day, for another year, in the glorious free¬ 
dom of the fjeld ! Weeks of hard work tend to toughen 
muscle, but they tire limbs, which it now requires some 
little effort to withdraw from the cosy depths of the 
“ sleeping-bag,” while stars yet glimmer through the 
open door of the tent. Wiry little Knud brings hot 
coffee and cold venison cutlets at 6 a.m., and soon 
we are off to spend our final day in the corries beyond 
Vserungs-vand. 
From the northern verge of this wild fjeld-tarn open 
up a succession of grassy glens leading away into the 
mountains behind. Its southern shores are occupied by 
