of the Taralds River. It shows in panorama the completeness how the smaller valleys each rise abruptly into the main one and how each little streamlet finds its way too by serpentine windings to the main river. There has been a good deal of rain lately, usually earlier 8 p.m., and it is already beginning to be chilly in the mornings. On the 17th day of August the morning was distinctly cold and there was a touch of autumn freshness in the air. In the afternoons we usually ride several miles down the main valley to a lateral branch with tundra covered knolls, where we have seen several roebucks. The animals feed there in the early 9-10, 4 p.m., but they are very wild and by no means plenty. There are too many wolves here; most raptors have a good gun and the roebucks are mercilessly hunted, especially in the summer. Therefore this hunting is neither very interesting nor profitable. But the thing when we to enjoy the long ride home with the twilight. The sun sets are glorious and as we gallop up the valley the red-gold gradually fade from the sky leaving