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CHAPTER XV. 
ELK-HUNTING IN NAMDALEN. 
The White Bull op Rognvas-fjeld. 
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Another wet morning—this we recognized directly on 
turning over in our hay-filled bunks, by observing our 
Norsk retainers all standing about in their shirt-sleeves 
outside. Rain, indeed, was falling in solid earnest with 
half-a-gale from N.E.—real elking weather ; but for 
several days we had hunted hard in incessant rain and 
perhaps welcomed an excuse to ease up. 
Our quarters were a log-hut situate in the back- 
woods of Namdalen, and the hills around, though of no 
great altitudes, were of rugged contour divided by deep, 
abrupt ravines, and with little or no extent of open 
moor or fj eld-meadow—in short, it was all climbing, 
treadmill, up and down in turn. Per-Sseter, our home, 
albeit inaccessible to ponies,* was a rather more com¬ 
modious abode than the skov-huset of Furudal, having a 
verandah and three small rooms, besides an upper 
region, whither our handmaiden, Sigrid, retired by a 
ladder through a hole in the rafters. The continuous 
* The hut lay about twelve miles back from the valley, and the 
route thither included a two-mile row by boat along one of the hill 
lakes. 
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