"And now," concluded he, "I will tell your ladyship how I came by this scar on my forehead.

A few years ago I was visiting our friend Leonard, your husband, my dear lady, at his castle at Hidvar, and whilst there we spent two weeks among the glaciers." "Night and day ?" enquired the astonished Henrietta.
"Well, at night we built ourselves huts out of the branches of fir trees.

If, however, no rain fell we encamped in the open round our watch-fire snugly wrapped up in our _bundas_[6].

Splendid fun I can tell you! For two days, when our stores gave out, we lived on nothing but bilberries and broiled bear's flesh." [Footnote 6: Sheepskins.] "You were badly off then." "No, on the contrary, the paws of a bear are great delicacies, only we had no salt to salt them with." "Why did you not return home ?" "We could not, for four days together we had been on the track of a blood-bear.

Do you know what a blood-bear is?
A bear is a very mild, harmless sort of a beast in general, and is quite content with honey, berries, and roots; but let him once taste blood and he rages about like a lion, and more than that, he has a decided preference for human blood before all other kinds of blood.