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Three in Norway

Chapter 9 SIKKILDAL.

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rning; and he abused Esau shamefully, because the latter wanted the eggs buttered and the Skipper wanted them fried. Esau laid down the axiom that 'no gentleman ever eats fried eggs,' in a peculiarly offensive manner, and proceeded further to make ill-natured remarks with reference to violet ink; and the Skipper retorted with the observation, 'Wish you'd bro

s boots and shaving, which he seems to do at the same time, so that one brus

birch and juniper from which to obtain our supply. We divide the altitudes rather differently from the system adopted by other great explorers. The lowest belt is that of pine forests and strawberries

reen; but at Sikkildals Vand it is very scarce, and so it took us quite a long time to collect enough dry wood to last our stay out, but it was done at last. We carried one canoe across th

m it, as rocks from time to time broke off and came crashing down; but our tent-though seemingly under this cliff-was well out of their reach. At the further end of the upper lake we could see an apparently impassable mountain ridge. Beyond this, about four miles further according to the maps, was Besse S?ter, a farm, or ranch, only one day's journey from our final resting-place. How we were to cross that mountain with our canoes and baggage, was a matter on

cturesque native costume which the people in these primitive regions still adhere to, especially on Sundays. The girls about here are rather pretty than otherwise, and these were a particul

to capture one by rapid paddling, in which endeavour he was nearly but not quite successful. There were

r boat-load and five or six strangers-quite a crowd: possibly they had been having a church

return to camp we concluded that this was the hour and we were the men to revel in a fiendish glut of capture. So there was a regular stampede in that camp, and after dinner we all went out armed to the teeth with rods

amp under a cloudy sky and with a chilly blast a-blowing, two forlorn youths, 'sa

two, but more difficult to catch fish in. The Skipper got some in it to-day, and they were larger fish than those of the lower lak

camp, at which they seemed much pleased. We took them short cruises in the c

des a certain number of good stallions, which are turned out on the fjeld and run with the peasants' mares, and that they take grea

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mes for the excellence of the sport, for we generally acquire a very keen appetite every three or four hours so long as the sun is performing his daily duty (of standing still while we circulate feebly round ourselves). He came back to the tent, presenting rather a distended appearance, having stuffed most of his po

per lake, and returned with the noble spoil of five sandpipers which he had shot o

destruction of a stoat was too much for him, and having chirped till two of them stood close together and a third just behind, he fired into the crowd and mortally injured the lot. Poor little things! It is rather a shame to kill them, f

r the surface of the deep, mosquitoes gathered round us in swarms, and a few spots of rain drove us home to the snug retreat of the tent, where

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id not like to catch any more-for it is against our principles to waste food wilfully, woeful want being too ne

out half an hour; before putting the pot in, all the embers and ashes are cleared out, and then raked back on to the top of the tin and all round it, and a small fire is kept going on the top. If well managed t

in the shape of food, ponies, and men, and whom we expect to meet at Besse S?ter. Peter had a great deal to tell us about all our affairs, which seem to be prospering under Jens' auspices. He talks English very badly, so the interview lasted some time, and then we pushed off and paddled straight away to the extreme end of

pe to follow its wanderings, if two men and horses-with whom we have made an arrangement to transport us-turn up. These two men and horses are the sole inhabitants of this v

at this hut several kinds of food are kept, such as tinned meats and beer. B-- and his friend have therefore been there shopping. The news of this hut is rather unpleasant to us, for Gjendin was chosen chiefly for its wildness and remoteness from civilisation, and now we are ha

cretly glad, as there was only enough soup for two; so we had a whisky 'skaal' (health-drinkin

rule they like it. We are not much of drunkards our

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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.