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entrance to it, screened by thickets, is be- signs of elk than of red-deer; but we agree tween perpendicular walls of rock, and at that one of the faint markings is that of a first sight appears a cul-de-sac, for the cleft small stag, and in this we are confirmed takes a turn at a sharp angle, and the sub- when we descend to the grassy border of sequent stages of ascent are invisible from the lake, where the tracks, in all probwithout. These are easy enough, requir: ability of the same animals, are distinct ing only an occasional use of hands and enough, and of various dates. The pipe knees, and a total disregard of dirt and that I smoke here is that of consolation. wet, for the place, rarely dry, I should say, But, despite my chagrin, I am able to is now streaming with copious moisture. evolve a good deal of admiration for the The tracks of the deer up and down are little sheet of water beside which we stand, plain, but none of very recent date, owing and to reflect how serenely and pleasantly probably to the fact that the woodcutter one might here pass a summer's day, rod has been at work close by. A load of fire in hand. For all the chilly grey weather wood ready for transportation to the farm it does not look gloomy and repellent, like was one of our guiding signs. We have some tarns; its banks of heather slope now a long stretch before us until we gently to the margin, leaving here and there reach the lake, whence we shall make a clear spaces between the woodland and the bend to the right and face the wind. We wave, and where it is bounded by rocks, trust that any deer we may chance to these are but low and in nowise austere. alarm will retreat on to our homeward One would say that a very gentle tickling beat. But the formations in this part of of sunshine would cause it to burst into a the island are in such a chaotic condition, smile. I am roused from these and similar so tumbled about and jumbled together, charming reflections by a sudden chilly that unless we actually run up against deer, gust, which makes all the sympathetic we are as likely as not to pass by and leave lakelet shiver like a living thing that is them undisturbed within a few hundred very cold – in fact, like myself; and at yards. At length, after patiently thread. the same moment its surface is smitten ing our way beneath the trees through into dimples all over by heavy, pattering dells dense with juniper and heather-clad drops of rain which effectually put to fight billocks, which only require a sun over my dreams of summer and sunshine. Nils head to make them delightful, and disturb. and I agree that we are in for it; the mists ing, as far as we know, nothing beside a are descending on the hills all round, there few black-game and an occasional caillie, is every prospect of a soaking afternoon. who, by his loud and sudden rise, startles But still we must carry out our prome a great deal more than I do him, we gramme. I shall not, however, slowly emerge into clearer ground, and find that drag the reader, after my usual merciless the hollow before us is filled by the beau- fashion, through the next two hours of tiful little lake which is the limit of our dripping discomfort and discontent. There range to-day. Whilst I was reflecting that is nothing so wet as a wet wood, except I can do no harm by smoking a pipe dur. water itself; and no wet wood so wet as ing our inspection of it, Nils suddenly a Norwegian one; it is the nearest apexclaims, “What was that?" and Huy proach to a bath that I know. By the time springs forward. Too late ! too late! they we reach the shelter of Torset sæter I are off, and will probably not stop until am drenched to, and I am inclined to be. they reach the recesses of Skardal, the lieve, through, my skin; but Nils, who glen into which we looked down yesterday prides himself on the impervious quality afternoon. Now this is provoking; why of Norwegian homespun, discovers, on should that confounded family of deer taking off his coat, about three square have posted themselves just at the turning- inches of fairly dry flannel shirt, and re. point of our march? or why could they not marks cheerfully that he is “not so very have moved off quietly on our approach, wet after all.” Blessings on all sæters! without leaving us with this irritating sense say I. In ten minutes we have collected of fresh disappointment? Their tracks, and kindled a large pile of wood on the which are, however, very indistinct on the stone hearth of the hut, and are eating our rocky, heathery knoll where they had been lunch by the delicious blaze. I find that standing, prove that they had come from even my pipe is full of moisture; only the the opposite direction from ourselves. The contents of match-box, tobacco, and carinequality of the ground, and it may be tridye pouches, and, praise be ! of the flask, some cross current of air, probably pre have escaped the deluge. Yes, there is vented them from winding us before. something else which has a neatly Both Nils and I know more about the strapped green roll hanging across Nils's

shoulders. This, when opened, reveals a thousand to one that he has the wind of long strip of waterproof canvas the ex- deer. Within the next half minute two ternal covering - a thick woollen jersey, things occur, commonplace, and yet resuch as

navvies wear, a cap, a silken markable from their unexpectedness. The neckerchief, and a bandana. These are sun, which has given no sign during the my luxuries when hunting in the woods. last forty-eight hours, suddenly finds a rift The canvas, stretched under a pine-tree, in the heavy bank of clouds overhanging supplies me with six feet' by two and a the west, and darts through it a ray which half of primarily dry couch whereon to illumines, with a strange glare, all the hillrepose; the thick jersey, donned under side stretching towards Kalveland. At the waistcoat, converts moisture into the same moment the breeze bears to our warmth ; on the at least temporary com- ears a prolonged bellow, which I carelessly fort of dry head, neck, and nose gear there attribute to an obnoxious bull which is no need to enlarge. The canvas I do haunts the pastures round the farm. But not require to-day, but for the other arti- how plainly one can hear him! we must cles I am truly grateful.

be much nearer home than I fancied. The All the way from the lake hither we same thought strikes Nils. When the bel. have come across but a few stale signs of low is repeated he turns again, and says: deer. Huy has not given us the least en- " I suppose that is a cow; but how does couragement. And now, on examining she come to be so far in the wood ? the grass round the sæter, we discover Even as he speaks the roar bursts forth none that can be interpreted as at all re- for the third time, much nearer and with cent. This is a great blow; it amounts a peculiar, tremulous cadence towards the almost to the last straw so fatal to the finish. The truth flashes across me. I vertebræ of the camel. I can see that grip Nils's shoulder. “It is a big stag,” Nils is visibly discouraged; he is a great I whisper. Hurry on to the next ridge believer in sæters, regarded as a test of before he reaches it.” In a few seconds the presence of deer. If they have not we are down the hill, over the narrow holbeen here they must have left the neigh-low, and up the opposite bank. Here borhood, possibly by crossing the strait to Nils crouches behind a large boulder, and the mainland. When we start again there I wriggle forward some yards and look is a slight change, which I suppose I must cautiously over the brow. Before me the call improvement, in the weather. The ground scarcely dips to a level glade with fierce gustiness of the wind is mitigated a group of young firs in its centre, and on to a moderate breeze, the pelting storm of its farther side a low bank thickly studded rain to a steady drizzle. But the ardor of with the same trees and capped with prothe chase is dying out of me; like Bob truding ribs of rock. The glade is not a Acres's courage, it is oozing out of the hundred yards across, and in it five hinds tips of my cold fingers. I regard my ten are quietly feeding towards me. Some pounds' weight of rifle as an almost use way to the right I can make out among less burden. How pleasant will be a com- the tree-stems the hind quarters of a sixth plete change of clothes, the warm room, deer, which I feel sure is a young stag; the table laid for dinner, and the company but never did his throat give vent to that of my friend, Charley H — who is prob- long and sonorous bellow. Close as they ably undergoing a penance similar to mine are, the breeze is blowing strong and in another part of the island. All this steady from the hinds to me, and for the time we are progressing doggedly in silent moment I have no fear of detection, I single file, up and down hill, through crawl back to Nils and tell him what I have swamp and brake, without a halt, except seen; he must remain where he is with the when the gallant Huy stops to shake him dog, for the proximity of the hinds may be self, and in the action looks like a trun- too much for even Huy's self-possession. dled mop. Beyond this, to my shame be Then I return like a reptile to my post of it said, I do not notice the movements observation. I have hardly regained it of the dog, until, as we are descending a before the invisible stag once more proslope which commands a distant view of claims aloud his pride, passion, and defi. the crags behind Kalveland, and the grey ance. I know now exactly where be is line of the fjord, Nils turns and says, in a just over the rocky edge of the bank, but low voice : “ I think he smell something; not in a line with the hinds; I must creep he begin to pull and whistle a little." some way to the left in order to be oppoThere is not a doubt about it; the dog is site to him. This done, I look again to straining down the hill, tossing his head my cartridge and sights, and wait, prope after his own peculiar fashion. It is a on my face, with the muzzle of the cocked

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rifle pushed forward through the heather. | however, primitive, and I will not guar. Ten minutes have passed will he never antee the accuracy of the figures, although appear?. The hinds are feeding straight they cannot be far wrong. They might across the glade, the nearest is now not even err on the side of deficiency, for he more than thirty yards from my ambush ; is certainly an immense beast, and gives I shall be ignominiously detected by these Nils and me no small trouble in dragging plaguy females before their lord reveals him half-a-dozen yards into a better posihimself. Ah ! at last! The stag bellows tion for the gralloch. Owing to age his again ; slowly above the rock rise his ant. honors are no longer in their prime, but lers and head, clearly defined against the have apparently been going back for some watery glare of the evening; in another time. Still the head is sufficiently striking instant his neck and half the shoulder are and picturesque, and well worth preservvisible, and then he stands motionless. ing. Each antler, thick and rough at the There is no time to be lost; I expect every base, bears twin tines, scarcely an inch moment to hear the startled snort of the apart, and curving symmetrically over the nearest hind. My rifle-sight is on the point brow; but above the next point the horns of his shoulder as I press the trigger, and degenerate into single spikes, not in haras the bullet strikes he falls forward and mony with their fine start and curve from is hidden by the rock, whilst his frightened the coronet. Only eight points in all; wives, confused by the near report and with a view to the trophy, he ought perignorant of its cause, flash close by me, the haps to have been killed some years ago ; nearest almost within touching distance, but on the difficult subject of red-deer and vanish down the glade. But my eyes horns I confess to much ignorance. He do not follow them; even while they are is very grey about the muzzle and eyes. passing I realize that the stag has regained Notwithstanding the lateness of the sea. his feet and is walking slowly along the son, the meat- we think a good deal of bank through the grove of young trees. this in Norway - proves on trial to be exThe light there is very obscure, but I try cellent, almost equal to the best fallow to pick a clear space among the stems, and venison; nothing fatter than his haunch give him the second barrel. He stalks a ever came out of Groves's shop. Over the few yards farther, and then begins to lie gralloch Nils soliloquizes : “ If they would down as quietly as if he were taking his all say where they are like this one, we natural rest. Reloading, I cross the glade should not have much trouble in finding 10 him. As he lies he is so concealed by them." And when he has covered up the the young wood that I can scarcely make carcase with branches, and fastened my him out until I am close upon him, when spare handkerchief to the topmost twig of he sees me, and, with a last effort and look a conspicuous young fir to mark the spot, of terror and anguish in his eyes, poor he lights his pipe, and shouldering the beast! springs up, wheels round, and head, which he is determined to carry struggles, after receiving a third shot, to down to the farm, remarks cheerily, while the top of the bank. There he falls, rolls the moisture drips from every angle of his over, and stretches himself out. I call person :

I thought it was raining a little Nils, who is still ensconced behind the big while ago, but now I think it a very fine boulder, and we go up to find the stag at day.” And so strides off, rejoicing under his very last gasp, with no signs of life his burden. beyond a convulsive quivering of the And now that I have found, killed, and limbs. My first bullet has struck him in eaten my stag, and stuffed his head, there the middle of the neck just above the is little more to say. I ain conscious that shoulder, inflicting a deadly wound; the this elaborate account of a couple of days' second missed him altogether, perhaps hunting on a Norwegian island must apdeflected by the tree-stems ; and the third pear but trivial to many who are familiar has entered close to the spine.

with the grand simplicity of the records He is a very old and heavy stag, abso- from Highland deer-forests; but as an lutely loaded with fat, external and inter-authentic narrative of genuine wild sport nal; Huy revels in his share of the latter. on a small scale it may, I hope, find favor The farmer who cuts him up the next day with some readers; and especially with and terms him a forbausende stor Buk," Anglo-Scandinavians, as descriptive of the an astonishingly large stag, declares his experimental use of the elk.dog in finding clean weight to be eight “vog, or three woodland deer. I believe that the experihundred and twenty pounds English, two ment was a novel one; I think I may fairly pounds short of twenty-three stone. The claim that, as far as it went, it was sucappliances for weighing at the farm are, I cessful.

HENRY POTTINGER.

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From Temple Bar. great storehouse of literary facts, Notes CROTCHETS.

and Queries, in reference to Dr. JohnMy friend P. would always have it son :that the rulers of men do not care for mu. sic, that Napoleon only knew one air brilliant execution a sonata on the piano-forte

A lady, after performing with the most which he hummed as he jumped into his in the presence of Dr. Johnson, turning to the carriage for his last great campaign in philosopher, took the liberty of asking him if Belgium, “ Malbrook s’èn va-t-en guerre, he was fond of music. • No, madam,” remiraton, ton ton, ton taine.” Others have plied the doctor; but of all noises, I think urged Gambetta as another instance of music the least disagreeable. this deficiency, who, when some delicious music was impending, urged Rossini, of

But men may be unable to appreciate all men, to come into the next room and the more difficult music, and to sympatake a hand at billiards, so little cared he thize with the symphonies of Beethoven, for the crown of all the arts.

who yet enjoy a melody. When one of I have wondered whether there was the symphonies, or maybe some abstruser anything in this charge against the com- work than these, was being performed on pleteness of great men, and whether har. an occasion when Rogers was present, mony in a man's character disqualified some one said to Rogers that the piece him for the mastery of his fellow-crea was a very difficult one, to which he rețures, or whether after all there is nothing plied, “: I wish it had been impossible.” in it and that some rulers of men have

I think Mr. Haweis somewhere says liked music and others not, and have only that music in England is divided between reckoned it as a “ measured malice

Handel and “ Champagne Charley”. (a Lamb calls it.

bold antithesis reminding one of the

equally strong antithetical images of two I have sat through an Italian opera, till, for Jews spoken of by Coleridge, viz., “Isaiah sheer pain and inexplicable anguish, I have with • Hear, O' heavens, and give ear, O rushed out into the noisiest places of the crowded streets to solace myself with sounds earth!' and Levi of Holywell Street with which I was not obliged to follow . I take

• Old Clothes ’”); let us say between the refuge in the unpretending assemblage of real lover of music and the mere lover of honest common lise sounds; and the purga- noise, for the masses are ot even yet far tory of Hogarth's “ Enraged Musician” be removed from the Indian's love of tomcomes my paradise.

toms; and I remember how, in the forties, Thus Charles Lamb, who employed his of Balfe's, “ I dreamt that I dwelt in mar

people went mad with that odious song time at an oratorio, watching its effect on ble halls." the faces of the audiences, and contrasting their seriousness with Hogarth's too sharp a descent.

But Mr. Haweis's description is a little

A man may love a laughing audience. Talfourd in his “ Memorials of Lamb "

great deal of what is beautiful and melodi.

ous in music, and detest the music-hall (Why is there not a Charles Lamb so. ciety?), remarks that that exquisite hu- have no appreciation of complicated har

song as well as Balfe's song and yet morist

monies, was entirely destitute of what is commonly Tom Moore, whose “ Irish Melodies ” called a taste for music. A few old tunes ran will always keep him alive, said “music in his head, now and then the expression of a is the true interpreter of the religious sentiment, though never of song, touched him nothing written or spoken is equal to it; with rare and exquisite delight. but and Dean Hook is reported to have said usually music only confused him, and an opera was to him a maze of sound in which that Handel's “ Messiah” had turned he almost lost his wits.

more even to righteousness than all the

sermons that ever were preached. Yet the Whatever Lamb thought of music, his dean himself knew only two airs, " • God friend Coleridge said that good music save the Queen,' and the other,” he obnever tired him. “I feel physically re- serves, “ I don't remember.” freshed and strengthened by it, as Milton The enjoyment of music is unevenly says he did.” He liked Beethoven and bestowed, ard many people of high cultiMozart, but loved Purcell, and was, I sup. vation, and even of the highest faculty, pose, a melodist rather than a harmonist. have been unable to see in music anything

Mr. Fitzpatrick found in the Morning more than a disagreeable noise. Moore Chronicle of August 16, 1816, a para. mentions in his diary that whilst a quin. graph which be wisely embalmed in that | tet was being performed at Lord "Belhaven's, Lord Carnarvon confessed to him dislike music. He thought“ that men first that he "saw no difference between this found out that they had minds by making and any other kind of noise;" and Forsyth, and tasting poetry." It must have been the Italian traveller, put music and per- the substance in poems rather than the fumery on a level, whilst the late Lord form which pleased him, for it seems to be Holland said that music gave him abso- impossible that the same man should be lute pain.

alive to rhythm and dead to music. Lord Chesterfield, writing to his son Grattan, the orator, on the contrary, was (April 19, 1749), says:

wont to say that if he were rich he would

have bands of music. “I love music.” If you love music, hear it, go to operas, Music and horses. concerts, and pay fiddlers to play to you, but would cut the air."

“ I love to go fast. I I insist on your neither piping 'nor fiddling yourself. It puts a gentleman in a very frivo

Kant speaks of the enervating effects of lous, contemptible light. Few things would plaintive and languishing airs. Is there inortify me more than to see you bearing a something in this sensuous art which part in a concert with a fiddle under your minds of great energy recognize as an enchin, or a pipe in your mouth.

emy to action, and do these refuse to lap

themselves in soft Lydian airs ? Yet Frederick, Prince of Wales, played But the true answer to this is that music on the violoncello, and in these days his is not all soft Lydian airs. If the appeal Royal Highness of Edinburgh conde in much music is made mostly to the scendetb to the fiddle.

senses, Beethoven, and all the greater Lord Eldon, when a trial was going on composers, appeal to the mind, and some of Taylor v. Waters, publicly declared that of these profoundly stir the spirit. It may he would not give a farthing to hear Ma- almost be said that every phase of human dame Catalani.

thought and feeling has its cause pleaded Lord Holland's dislike of music should by music. not astonish us, for Moore remarked that

Charles Kingsley cried, when he heard he had no ear for the music of verse; but the strolling fiddlers playing under his that such an eloquent speaker with such windows : “Who knows,” he says, “what modulations of voice as Gambetta had, sweet thoughts his own sweet music stirs should not care for music is singular, yet within him, though he eat in pot-houses Doro writing two years ago an interesting and sleep in barns.” When Kingsley was account of Gambetta for the Pall Mall in California, he told the students of the Gazette, mentions that as soon as music Berkeley University that he trusted that commenced Gambetta went into an ado music would reach the dignity of a science joining room and played billiards. in the university. Music,” he said," was

Charles James Fox had a positive aver- necessary to the rounding and finishing of sion to music, and when Mrs. Fox sang or the perfect character.” played he took to his Homer. But Fox

Mrs. Houstoun has given us a graphic was fond of paradox, and expressed a account of a Saturday evening at Theodore dislike to Milton as well as to music. Hook’s; where Tom Moore sang: The man who could not appreciate the “ L'Allegro" or who could be blind to I can see him before my mind's eye now the beauties of the hynin of nativity, " Il

a little man, with a head, as it appeared Penseroso,” might be expected to be dull to me, slightly too large for his body. To to the music of Beethoven and the melody describe the effect of his soft warbling voice of Mozart. Fox thought that the music as the words of his own sweet melodies thrilled of the ancient world must have been as music spoken (for “voice" in the received

from his lips would be impossible. It was superior to ours as their sculpture and acceptation of the word he had, as is well painting, but he seems to overlook that known, but little), and the 'whispered whilst the marbles and pigments were balm” penetrated with magic power to every ready to the hands of Phidias and Prax- heart that possessed the power to sympathize iteles, musical instruments were compar. and to feel. atively in their infancy. But there was The song he chose was that exquisite mel. no saying what opinión Fox could not ody, "I saw from the beach,” and when he maintain. He thought Russia would be a

came to the third verse, beginning:

Ne'er tell me of glories serenely adorning free nation before England. Yet he lived

The close of our day, the calm eve of our night, in an England which was even in his youth, I heard the breath of one wio stood beside that is a century ago, freer than Russia is me come thick and labored, as though the to-day. It is extraordinary that a man who breast of the man who was no other than loved poetry as Fox did, should positively | Theodore Hook – had a burden laid upon it

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