CHAPTER IX. 
“ Still pressing on beyond Tornea’s Lake, 
And Hecla, flaming through, a waste of snow, 
And farthest Greenland to the Pole itself, 
Where, failing gradual, life at length goes out, 
The Muse expands her solitary flight.” 
Thomson. 
Now we go seeking for deer up a long valley, 
accompanied by one of tlie men; we come to a 
rapid river, and find a herd of eighteen reindeer 
on the opposite side. Going up to the valley end 
we look down upon a scene of rare beauty, almost 
of enchantment. Spread out beneath us we see 
three large lakes fed by a mighty glacier which 
flows out close by. On either hand the scene is 
shut in by two ranges of steep and rugged moun¬ 
tains. We come upon more deer : two fine stags at 
one place, a small herd at another. We successfully 
stalk a single stag, but are too tired to attempt to 
carry it to the boats, some two miles off. We get back 
at 2 a.m. and mention our experience. Our friend 
at once starts in pursuit, while we. promise to join 
him after a couple of hours' rest; but the ice shift- 
