ELK-HUNTING IN NAMDALEN. 
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Towards the end of our time we arranged a “ slap¬ 
jack/’ or drive (properly Idap-jagt). There were many 
miles of forest in which we had not set foot, by reason 
of the dense growth of the trees; and the inner verge 
of this sanctuary, we had observed, was commanded 
by a range through which two fairly-defined passes had 
long suggested the possibility of a drive. The wind 
favouring, we started at dawn with four beaters. B. 
and I occupied the two passes, and there, for four hours, 
waited expectant in steady rain, while the men com¬ 
pleted their enormous circle. Anticipation rose high 
when a distant baying was succeeded by repeated shots, 
but nothing was seen by us all day. 
According to our men’s account, several elk were 
roused, two of them bulls, of which the biggest had 
made direct for my post. On examination, this was 
found to be correct. His spoor came to the verge of a 
forest-opening (on which I had kept a constant watch) not 
five hundred yards away. Unluckily, in the earlier part 
of the drive, it appeared that a bear had crossed our 
front diagonally at that point, and the elk, coming on 
his scent, had turned sharp off. An effort to overhaul 
him with “ loose hound ” was a failure. The bear had 
passed me within three hundred yards, but not in 
sight. 
The “ slap-jack ” thus ended blank, and the season 
finished with our own score standing at four elks, besides 
three bears (a female and two cubs), shot by one of 
our hunters as he journeyed homewards across the fjelds. 
In the same week our friend Ole bagged a lynx, of which 
incident the following is his account :—“ It was almost 
dusk; I was sitting down to rest, when I saw the beast 
