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Three in Norway

Chapter 5 THE FIRST CAMP.

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he window saw thence the four bad men who had taken the rooms before us and hung their socks out of

ay demeanour a weight of crime that would w

statement was correct. He had been sitting on the Skipper's bag for thirty-eight miles, and from the state of its interior we calculated his weight to be about twenty-two stone. He was very ill-tempered after his mere trifle of a journey and vigil, and asked for mor

r, and then put water into the canoes until they sank; while we sat on the shore watching the trout rising all over the rippled surface o

ns. Besides this we were hungry, and thought it a good opportunity for lunch, and had to make some previously arranged alterations in the baggage with a view to lightening it. As long as the land journey lasted, strength was the chief object to aim at, but now lightness was of more importance. About one o'clock, when we had got all

ce. Then we sallied forth in the canoes to fish. Esau was the last to leave the shore, and as he paddled off he noticed the Skipper's rod in the familiar Norwegian shape of a bow, and found him struggling with two on at the same time, both of which he landed, and found to be over 1 lb. each. 'First blood claimed and allowed,' to quote the ter

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es, and pine woods down to the water's edge, and some small islands dotted about the upper end of it; but the lake is rather shallow, the pine trees rather stunted,

e fishing on their own account. To-day we saw a man engag

), 'We'd better be civil to these fellows; perhaps they could bring us some eggs, and they look pretty friendly.' The natives are all the time staring and saying nothing. Then Esau remarks in Norwegian, 'It is fine weather to-day; have you any eggs?' To this the chief native replies at great length in his own barbarous jargon, and Esau not having understood a single syllable answers, 'Ja! ja! (yes), but have you any eggs?' Then a

oining fjord; and found a small crowd of about fourteen or fifteen seafaring men, idly lounging round an open space between the cottages. He first went round and presented each of those men with two trout solemnly, without a wor

me silent; they did not laugh, but only looked at one another; and one of them shyly felt in h

not discouraged; and the men remained looking after us silent a

ly with tea, we think it wretched with coffee. After breakfast we each took our canoe, and went fishing wherever the spirit moved us, taking lunch with us. On a day of this sort, if the fish are rising we have a great time, and if they won't rise, we lie on the bank in the sun and smoke, or sketch, or kill mosquitoes, and have a great time in that case also, so that the hours pass in a blissful round of enjoyment, and all is peace. Having each one his own ship we are quite independent, only ta

eakfast at fi

n the foll

ssible to get them without a ripple until evening, when large white moths began to show on the water, and t

an uninterrupted view, with all the glorious colours of the sky reflected in the water; and we agreed that the effects about hal

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such a wind down the lake that we were induced to strike the c

anged; we were in a smaller and narrower part of the valley; buildings had entirely disappeared; there was nothing to be seen but gloomy pine forests and black-looking mountains: the weather also was quickly changing, and evidently intending to be wet and stormy; so we pushed on rapidly, one coasting on each side of the lake till we reached its further extremity, where Esau was nearly swamped crossing the waves, as the wind began to blow harder every minute. Soon the rain was upon us, while we looked for a camping-ground but found none, as the shores were everywhere very swampy for a quarter of a mile inland. At length we came to a second rapid, where the natives have thrown a clumsy weir

magine from the dot that marks them on the Ordnance map, but generally only a

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reakfast was a toilsome business, but at last we found some wood dry enough to burn. It continued raining in a nice keep-at-it-all-day-if-you-like kind of ma

s quite impracticable for canoes; the river simply running violently down a steep place till it perishes in the lake; about a mile of rapid with hardly enough decently behaved water in the whole of it to h

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Three in Norway
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“This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1882 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XXV. THE GJENDE FLY. August 28.--Tills was the hottest, most windless and cloudless day that has yet been made. The Russian and F went out with Esau and the Skipper to shoot ryper, accompanied by a pointer, which the Norwegians call a bird-hound. A brood was soon found and rose in front of Esau, who with his usual promptitude got a right and left; whereupon the Russian took off his hat, and bowing profoundly, advanced and solemnly shook hands with him, protesting that he had frequently seen marvellous shooting, but never, never aught like this; at least, that is what we imagined to be the translation of the neat little speech which he made in Russian. A ryper is easier to kill, if possible, than the tamest young grouse which gets up under a dog's nose on the calmest 12th of August; and Esau thinks fame is like an eel on a night-line, easily caught, but very difficult to hold afterwards. Satisfied by having witnessed this extraordinary specimen of our skill, the Russian gave up the chase, and returned to Gjendesheim completely exhausted by the heat; but the others went on till the afternoon, now finding a selfish old cock, whose fate no one regretted; now a young brood only just old enough to be shot: anon lying down to rest and eat berries, or bathing in the Leirungs Lake, but all the time extremely happy. F was so exceedingly polite that he would not shoot unless birds enough for all of us happened to get up at once, and one brood escaped without a shot being fired, in consequence of our unwonted emulation of his courtesy. Near Leirungs we were fortunate enough to drive three large broods into the same bit of willow scrub, and had some very pretty shooting as the dog set them one by one; but there was hardly any scent, ' and the..”
1 Chapter 1 THE VOYAGE.2 Chapter 2 CHRISTIANIA.3 Chapter 3 BY RAIL AND LAKE.4 Chapter 4 BY ROAD.5 Chapter 5 THE FIRST CAMP.6 Chapter 6 MISERY.7 Chapter 7 HAPPINESS.8 Chapter 8 FLY S TER.9 Chapter 9 SIKKILDAL.10 Chapter 10 BESSE S TER.11 Chapter 11 GJENDIN.12 Chapter 12 THE CAMP.13 Chapter 13 GJENDESHEIM.14 Chapter 14 JOHN.15 Chapter 15 BACK TO CAMP.16 Chapter 16 TROUT.17 Chapter 17 REINDEER.18 Chapter 18 SUCCESS AT LAST.19 Chapter 19 GJENDEBODEN.20 Chapter 20 A FORMAL CALL.21 Chapter 21 FISHING.22 Chapter 22 MEMURUDALEN.23 Chapter 23 A PICNIC.24 Chapter 24 THE SKIPPER'S RETURN.25 Chapter 25 THE GJENDE FLY.26 Chapter 26 DISASTER.27 Chapter 27 A CHANGE.28 Chapter 28 RAPID-RUNNING.29 Chapter 29 RUS VAND.30 Chapter 30 LUCK.31 Chapter 31 NOT LOST, BUT GONE BEFORE.32 Chapter 32 A LAST STALK.33 Chapter 33 HOMEWARD BOUND.34 Chapter 34 BJ LSTAD.35 Chapter 35 DOWN TO CHRISTIANIA.36 Chapter 36 HOME AGAIN.