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Title: The Idler Magazine, Volume III., July 1893
An Illustrated Monthly

Author: Various

Release Date: May 7, 2008 [EBook #25372]

Language: English

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THE IDLER MAGAZINE.
AN ILLUSTRATED MONTHLY.

July 1893.

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CONTENTS.

THE WOMAN OF THE SAETER.
BY JEROME K. JEROME.

ALPHONSE DAUDET AT HOME.
BY MARIE ADELAIDE BELLOC.

THE DISMAL THRONG.
BY ROBERT BUCHANAN.

IN THE HANDS OF JEFFERSON.
BY EDEN PHILLPOTTS.

MY FIRST BOOK.
BY I. ZANGWILL.

BY THE LIGHT OF THE LAMP.
BY HILDA NEWMAN.

MEMOIRS OF A FEMALE NIHILIST.
III.--ONE DAY.
BY SOPHIE WASSILIEFF.

A SLAVE OF THE RING.
BY ALFRED BERLYN.

PEOPLE I HAVE NEVER MET.
BY SCOTT RANKIN.

THE IDLER'S CLUB
"TIPPING."

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[Illustration: THE VENGEANCE OF HUND.]

_The Woman of the Saeter._

BY JEROME K. JEROME.

ILLUSTRATIONS BY A. S. BOYD.

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Wild-Reindeer stalking is hardly so exciting a sport as the evening's
verandah talk in Norroway hotels would lead the trustful traveller to
suppose. Under the charge of your guide, a very young man with the
dreamy, wistful eyes of those who live in valleys, you leave the
farmstead early in the forenoon, arriving towards twilight at the
desolate hut which, for so long as you remain upon the uplands, will be
your somewhat cheerless headquarters.

Next morning, in the chill, mist-laden dawn you rise; and, after a
breakfast of coffee and dried fish, shoulder your Remington, and step
forth silently into the raw, damp air; the guide locking the door behind
you, the key grating harshly in the rusty lock.

For hour after hour you toil