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WILD NORWAY. 
the business of elk-hunting, we turn to our diary of a 
week later. 
September 8 th. —Hazel-grouse whistled in the birches 
not ten yards from the hut as we turned out before 
dawn for ablutions in the burn, and a pair of inquisitive 
Tengmalm’s owls watched the performance, each perch- 
PERCHES ON THE TOPMOST SPIKE OP A SPRUCE—(TENGMALM’S OWL). 
ing on the apex of a spruce-sapling, our other notable 
neighbours being large field-mice. We started together, 
intending to separate beyond Troll-botn Vand. On the 
way, by the shore of a small tarn, “ Passop ” took a hot 
scent, and led us a long dance at top speed. No spoor 
