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WILD NORWAY. 
rainfall had reduced our surroundings to a swamp, and 
the verandah aforesaid afforded the only dry spot out- 
of-doors. 
By nine o’clock, encouraged by a brief pause in the 
downfall, which presently started with renewed violence, 
we were under way—our normal hours of business, 
it should be mentioned, commenced at 3 a.m. An 
hour’s march through dripping forest with increasing 
wind ; then an hour’s pulling down Rogn-vand, where 
spray flew high over rocky islets, and we landed, not 
without difficulty, at the southern point. Hard by we 
picked up a grand cast antler, carrying fourteen spears 
in a double row (circumference 7-J inches, nearly), but 
unfortunately spoiled as a specimen (as is usually the 
case) by the points having been gnawed by lynx or fox. 
Hunting first to the westward, but gradually swing¬ 
ing to south as the wind eastened, before noon we had 
picked up a good spoor, quite fresh. Two miles further, 
and the bull had laid down on the crest of a wooded 
