it dead and has no particular feeling. However it is clear that the bone is in no way affected as yet. For breakfast we have bread and butter and two slices of smoked tuckoo and a flat fish which is catched here in the winter time... The latter reminds some of sturgeon. He has shipped some to Kippenhoya and has received one Grams per pound fruits. At 1.30 Jens Lang again examines my finger and finds more puss. The finger looks badly and Jenshe the armist is won. He washes as before and applies Kartolric bandage. Dinner shortly follows which consists of a roast leg of tuckoo though which is stuck in several places some of my bacon. Lots of gravy goes down and stewed Irish potatoes. Bread and butter are cut with raisin cake finish the meal. Mrs Lang makes an good a coffee as any and I thoroughly enjoy it. If it were not so strong loved take two cups. At 4 P.M. every body in Bastad begins to shout a Norwegian meal... So Jens Lang comes running in and says the ship is coming. I go