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A Day with the Capercailzies.
in full cry. Rap being the first, and as I stood and listened whether the other two were going to join in, I heard them all three sure enough, and then I knew it must be a real hare; but when I heard
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them bearing off for the Linderudsœter again, I felt rather down in the mouth. They had an awful long run, but when they came round again, the hare came galloping like a young colt up to me; he was nearly as big as a small goat. I shot it, and then I went
