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48 The Floral King.
I slept like a stock. I waited until the afternoon
quite alone and quite at a loss what to do. This
was the 4th of June. He returned, he had a small
Lapp woman with him, and she a kettle with a
pike, which he cooked, but no boat was to be had,
and thus we had to return over the same morass ;
the woman left us. After some persuasion I bought
of her a small cheese; made of reindeer’s milk.
We found our boat again, and descended by the
stream ; it went swiftly, I lay drying myself in the
sunshine.
“The following day our boat went to pieces in the
rapids; my stuffed birds and our alpine stocks
drifted away, my book I had in my belt. The
Lapps succeeded in getting to me on the rock. The
Lapp waded to the shore—the axe was lost—he
searched until he found a pole, in which he made a
hole, the clothes were then tied to it, and those he
first pulled across. After which I, naked, kept hold
of the pole and followed after and thus came across,
and tramped through the thick forest hungry and
fatigued. I came to another Laplander and got
fish, afterwards arrived at a settler’s, where we
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