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CHAPTER XIV. 
ELK-HUNTING IN INDEROEN. 
Our Forest of Furudal. 
At length the happy day had arrived when the good 
ship Haakon Jarl , of the Nordenfjeldske fleet, cast off 
her moorings in the ancient harbour of Trondhjem, and 
steered a northerly course towards the forest-region 
which forms one chief stronghold of the biggest of 
European big-game—the elk. Then the fierce joy of the 
hunter possessed one’s soul; imaginations, not perfervid, 
pictured scenes of forest-triumphs, and one’s thoughts 
dwelt with loving confidence on that beautiful and 
perfect battery that now lay stowed in 44 Cabin 1).” 
The haunts of the elk are remote and access labori¬ 
ous, the penultimate stages often involving a day or 
two’s journey in carioles, or row-boats, or both, 
besides the final portage by pack-animals, or carriers, 
into the hills. By comparison, the North Sea passage 
comes to appear but a trivial detail. On this occasion 
we had, inter alia , some eighteen miles of fjord to 
traverse, and had chartered a small steamer for the 
purpose, but, owing to the breakdown of her screw- 
shaft, she never arrived; so we engaged a row-boat 
with four stalwart oarsmen to cover the primary stage, 
