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some of them splendid large fellows. As bad
luck would have it, there was a large extent of
marshy ground to cross before we could get
near them. Over this we wormed ourselves
along, snake fashion, mostly creeping, but
occasionally taking advantage of some huge boulder
behind which we could stand up erect with
impunityno small relief after crawling for a
couple of hours.

I had calculated we must be within two
hundred yards, but when we came to look for them
not one of them was to be seen.

"Fine sport this," growled Bogus, in a
suppressed tone, and looking savage.

"Glad you think so," was growled back in
return, while I was still sweeping the horizon
with my glass. "By Jove! there they are!
Close beneath us, all lying down. One, two,
three. Down! Keep that dog quiet; that old
buck smells mischief. Well, they are having
their siesta, so I vote we have our 'elevens,' as
the servants say at home. We will wait till
they get up." The basket was unpacked. I
had gone back a little way to get a drink from
a clear stream that came bubbling down the
Fjeld side, and was stooping down to have a
good pull at it, when crack went Bogus's rifle.
"Confound the fellow!" I thought, "there's
the result of keeping the hammer down;
there's an end of our sport." But there he
was, standing up and yelling like a mad Indian.
Crack went the other barrel. In vain I looked
round to see the deer on my flank. But as he
was loading again, I hurried up to him. While
I had been gone something had startled the
animals, he said, and they had suddenly got
up. Of course it was absurd to wait for me,
so he had taken aim at the nearest buck and
fired. He felt sure he had hit, but the smoke
had blown back into his eyes, and prevented him
from seeing.

"But what made you shriek in that insane
manner?" I asked.

"Oh, that was a dodge old 'Ole,' my hunter
in Valders, taught meat all events, it
succeeded, for they all stopped as if terrified, and
I know I hit with my second barrel."

"Well! let us see."

At about one hundred and seventy yards from
where we had stood, we found two deer lying
dead, side by side. The conical bullet had
gone through the heart of the first, and pierced
the neck of the second, which now lay gasping
in the agonies of death.

"Hollo," I cried, "you're in luck to-day
there's another deer lying dead there on your

And so there was; his second bullet had also
brought down a deer. Three deer in two shots.

"Well! I had better get off home with the
lad and send a horse back to take home the
quarry, while you remain to flay them," said
Bogus the triumphant, after a pull at the flask.

So off he went with the boy, while I proceeded
to my task after the most approved fashion. But
it was beginning to get late, and a storm was
brewing: so after waiting and waiting, I
determined to try and find my way home as well as I
could. Piling up stones over the venison, to
protect it from the foxes and gluttons, which
would otherwise have devoured it, horns and
all, I set off, singing, "Tilfjelds! tilfjelds! hvor
den vilde Ren,"—I got no further. Talk of
old Scratch, and he is sure to appear. There
was a fine old buck not more than fifty yards off.
He was standing quite alone; for, late in the
season, it is usual for the large bucks to separate
from the main herd. I raised my rifle and
let fly.

"Meget godt skudt," cried a voice, as the
beast gave a salto mortale and fell dead. The
man had arrived with the horse, and had
witnessed the operation. So, returning to where
the other three lay, we placed them on the pony's
back, and again started home.

It seemed as if I was destined to have sport
that day; for, on descending into a dell, three
more deer slowly trotted across my path at a
distance of sixty paces. Again did the original
savage nature take possession of me, and my
rifle covered the leading buck nicely. Butand I
have never since regretted ita feeling came over
me that we had committed enough havoc for
one day, so I stoically threw up my gun, to the
infinite disgust of my companion, who cursed and
swore as a Norwegian peasant only can.

It was one in the morning when we arrived
at home. I had had nothing to eat all day, for
Bogus had forgotten to leave me the provision-bag,
so, as may be imagined, I had a ravenous

"Why, old fellow," said he, "we thought
you were lost, and as the trout were nicely done,
it was a pity to spoil them by waiting for you in

"Always thoughtful!" I replied; "but make
yourself useful for once, and get me something
to eat, if you don't wish me to begin on you.
Then for a pipe, and the grog. And then I'll tell
you all about it." And I recounted to them my
adventures, as I have done here, and I put a white
mark against Sept. 4 in my journal.


I NEVER laid by a penny till the Post-office
Savings-banks came up. Not that I mightn't
have done so, for I earned good wages, and after
paying all the expenses at home, I had always
plenty of loose cash to spend. I was never
without money in my pocket; but always at the
year's end I had spent all I had received. I
knew very well that I might have saved a good
bit, without cutting down the weekly allowance
to the missus for the house, or stinting myself
of any reasonable enjoyment; but I had never
begun the thing, and when I thought about
doing it, I was at a loss how to go about it.
What I used to do, when I had a little lump of
money over and above the expenses, was to put
it away in a drawer, and lock it up; and I used
to say to myself, "I won't touch that money,
but I'll put more to it from time to time, and