“Oh, I am the big Boyg from Etnedale,” said the Troll-Monster. Peer did not lose a moment, but fired three shots right into its head. “Fire another,” said the Boyg. But Peer knew better; if he had fired another shot, the bullet would have rebounded against himself. Thereupon Peer and his dogs took hold of the Troll-Monster and dragged him out, so that they could get into the sæter. Meanwhile there was jeering and laughing in all the hills around. “Peer Gynt dragged hard, but the dogs dragged harder,” said a voice. Next morning he went out stalking. When he came out on the uplands he saw a girl, who was calling some sheep up a hillside. But when he came to the place the girl was gone and the sheep too, and he saw nothing but a great flock of bears. “Well, I never saw bears in a flock before,” thought Peer to himself. When he came nearer, they had all disappeared except one. “Look after your pig: Peer Gynt is out with his gun so big,”[148] shouted a voice over in a hillock. “Oh, it’ll be a bad business for Peer, but not for my pig; for he hasn’t washed himself to-day,” said another voice in the hill. Peer washed his hands with the water he had, and shot the bear. There was more laughter and jeering in the hill. “You should have looked after your pig!” cried a voice. “I didn’t remember he had a water-jug between his legs,” answered the other. Peer skinned the bear and buried the carcass among the stones, but the head and the hide he took with him. On his way home he met a fox. “Look at my lamb, how fat it is,” said a voice in a hill. “Look at that gun[149] of Peer’s, how high it is,” said a voice in another hill, just as Peer took aim and shot the fox. He skinned the fox and took the skin with him, and when he came to the sæter he put the heads on the wall outside, with their jaws gaping. Then he lighted a fire and put a pot on to boil some soup, but the chimney smoked so terribly that he could scarcely keep his eyes open, and so he had to set wide a small window. Suddenly a Troll came and poked his nose in through the window; it was so long that it reached across the room to the fireplace. “Here’s a proper snout for you to see,” said the Troll. “And here’s proper soup for you to taste,” said Peer Gynt; and he poured the whole potful of soup over the Troll’s nose. The Troll ran away howling; but in all the hills around there was jeering and laughing and voices shouting— “Soup-snout Gyri! Soup-snout Gyri!” All was quiet now for a while; but before long there was a great noise and hubbub outside again. Peer looked out and saw that there was a cart there, drawn by bears. They hoisted up the Troll-Monster, and carted him away into the mountain. Just then a bucket of water came down the chimney and put out the fire, so that Peer was left in the dark. Then a jeering and laughing began in all the corners of the room, and a voice said—