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The Floral King. 51
med off the milk, they strain it else through a hair.
sieve. I came to next Laplander with attendant.
When I saw everything was similar at Pitea
boundary I turned towards the Norwegian frontier.
‘On the top of the Alpine range lies eternal snow,
there I travelled for about seven miles (forty-five
English) but hurt my elbow badly. The Lapps are
afraid of clouds, it resembled a thick mist, was cold,
drops fastened themselves to the clothes. Wecould
find no road, were anxious and fearful lest we should
freeze to death or fall down a precipice. We saw
track of a reindeer, and gladly followed it up. The
Lapp felt glad, I felt cold and fatigued, we travelled
about thirty miles (200 English) into Norway; did
not always find the Lapps cots and were glad to
discover reindeer excrement. Lived upon fish, no-
thing but “‘rolingar,” a kind of trout. We looked
down into Norway, it is merely an ova maritima. We
saw the sun above the horizon every night. It taxed
us heavily to go down. We saw the western main,
guessed that we were opposite Iceland.
“The Alpine plants disappeared, others were met
with. Shortly before I felt cold in Lapp dress, but
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