Norwegian Arrangement of Dishes at Table[10]
Midnight Study of Stockings at Dalbakken[26]
The Start on Espedals Lake[29]
The Skipper’s first Cast[30]
Our Camp on Espedals[31]
Black-throated Diver[36]
View of Bredsjö by Night[40]
Sunset at Fly Sæter[54]
Desperate Conflict between Esau and the Mosquito[58]
Sæter Girls in a Boat on Sikkildals Lake[65]
Old Siva carrying a Canoe up the Sikkildals Pass[73]
Greenshank[77]
Ring Dotterel[78]
Scaup[80]
Our first View of Gjendin Lake[83]
Two of our Retainers: Ivar and his Pony[87]
The Skipper returns to Camp disgusted with life[93]
Throwing for a Rise[99]
The Skipper takes Miss Louise for a Cruise at Gjendesheim[102]
The Huts at Rusvasoset[109]
John returns from fishing in Summer Costume[121]
John and Esau: ‘How’s that for high?’[122]
The two ‘Meget Stor Bocks’ (very big Bucks) on Memurutungen[128]
Hot Soup and Northern Lights[134]
Esau and Ola return in Triumph[141]
A careful Finishing Shot[143]
The Colony at Breakfast in Memurudalen[159]
An Exciting Moment in Rus Lake Shallows[168]
Esau’s Best Day among the Trout[170]
Esau stalking near Hinaakjærnhullet[188]
John diving for his knife in Rus Lake[198]
The Skipper about to astonish the Reindeer[203]
Öla performing the Funeral Rites[205]
Canoeing after Duck in a Storm[236]
Andreas: our Retriever[237]
Ola and Andreas capturing a wounded Grouse[238]
John and the Skipper upsetting in the Canoe[240]
Making a Portage by the Sjoa River[244]
A Norwegian Fire-place[246]
Jens and his Pony on their way over Bes Fjeld[252]
A Stormy Crossing at Rusvasoset[259]
Gloptind Rock, at the Western End of Rus Lake[275]
The old stone Hut near Gloptind[280]
A Night at Rusvasoset, after a Day at Haircutting[284]
Rus Lake from the Western End: Nautgardstind in the Distance[290]
Glissading home after a blank day[293]
Rus Lake from the Eastern End: Tyknings Hö and Memurutind in the distance[294]
Off! A Reindeer recollecting an engagement[295]
Old Buildings in the Courtyard at Bjölstad[316]
Barley Sheaves: A Norwegian ‘Atrocity’[323]
Three at Home Again[341]

MAP.

The Jotun Fjeld[at end of volume.]

[INTRODUCTION.]

[HISTORY.]

‘Canadian canoes are the only boats that will do’ was our conclusion after a thorough inspection of every existing species of boat, and long consultation with ‘Sambo’ of Eton about a totally new variety, invented but fortunately not patented by one of our number.

Our party consisted of three men, who shall be briefly described here. First, ‘the Skipper,’ so called from his varied experience by land and sea in all parts of the world, but especially in Norway, whither we were now intending to go in search of trout, reindeer, and the picturesque. The Skipper is lank and thin, looking as though he had outgrown his strength in boyhood, and never summoned up pluck enough to recover it again. His high cheek-bones and troubled expression give one the idea of a man who cannot convince himself that life is a success, which is perhaps pretty nearly the view he actually takes of existence.