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stalking, but by bunting. There are two systems—that 
of the loose hound, and that of spooring, or still-hunting 
with the hound in hand—the salient points of which 
have been so well described already that I will not 
attempt to repeat them in detail. Suffice it here to say 
that in loose-dog-hunting I found the pace too hot. 
After a certain age—call it forty—some of us would 
need new machinery for that work—triple expansion, 
with forced draught and two-hundred-pound pressure to 
the inch. 
To return to our log-hut, the slcov-huset of Furudal. 
Our first week’s hunting, full of excitement and the 
novelty of new experience, nevertheless yielded neither 
result nor sequence of incident. Incidents there were 
in plenty. Not a day passed without learning some¬ 
thing or making some new acquaintance. Bears in 
some parts of our beat abounded—to judge, that is, by 
“sign,” by ant-hills despoiled and rowans uprooted. 
Here Bruin had revelled in a resinous feast of pine- 
bark ; in a dark ravine was unmistakable evidence of 
a fight between bear and elk—the long bristly hair 
of the deer lay strewn around in handfuls, and the earth 
was scored with footprints, cloven and plantigrade. The 
elk was a full-grown bull, but the result was not 
indicated. Another day, under the hanging woods of a 
rock-scaur, we came on an elk-calf piteously moaning. 
“Bjorn” (bear), whispered Voda ; and we crept forward 
towards the sounds in momentary expectation of seeing 
murder in perpetration; but only to view the poor calf 
(which, by the way, was of the size of a carriage-horse) 
departing in strides of five yards apiece. Some days 
later, passing near the spot, but higher on the hill, we 
