A summer in northern lands; the journal of a trip to Scandinavia . road we camein sight of a big herd of deer that were ona large snowfield lower down. I had thedriver stop his horse, intending to wait untilmy family came along, so that I might calltheir attention to the herd, but immediatelythe Englishman jumped out of the cart andran up the mountain side saying, ^Tm goingup to see those deer.* I thought the poorsimp had gone crazy, for they were atleast a mile away, but as he would not comeback when called, I got out my field glassesand watched the deer until the folks camealong, when I call
A summer in northern lands; the journal of a trip to Scandinavia . road we camein sight of a big herd of deer that were ona large snowfield lower down. I had thedriver stop his horse, intending to wait untilmy family came along, so that I might calltheir attention to the herd, but immediatelythe Englishman jumped out of the cart andran up the mountain side saying, ^Tm goingup to see those deer.* I thought the poorsimp had gone crazy, for they were atleast a mile away, but as he would not comeback when called, I got out my field glassesand watched the deer until the folks camealong, when I called their attention to theunusual sight. In the meantime the Eng-lishman had disappeared over the nearestridge and after a short pause my familypassed on, but I had to wait for the returnof my companion. Soon the deer that werehigher up began to move away, but themain herd remained quiet. At last the Eng-lishman appeared on the snow quite nearthe herd, coming up to them from behindsome rocks. When they finally discoveredhim and took alarm, it was a fine sight, as. Geiranger Fjord 1 A SUMMER IN NORTHERN LANDS 81 they galloped across the snowfield and upthe mountain side. When my companion re-lumed he looked extremely hot and was[pretty well blown. As he had no overcoat,I wrapped the old lap-robe about him andwe hurried on to overtake the rest of ourparty. Near the top of the pass we had tostop to rest the horses and that gave us achance to walk on a near by snowfield. AtVidesaeter Hotel we had tea and saw thestuffed skin of a bear, that the woman incharge told us her husband had killed theprevious winter. She also confided to methat her husband knew where there werethree more that he intended to kill duringthe coming winter and, if I desired to go ona first class bear hunt, it would be the oppor-tunity of my life. Although I may look likea first class bear hunter, it was not enoughto induce me to stay over, even if in additionthe view from the hotel was here our ro
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