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the way the dogs are barking that they are already
smelling the wolf. Didn’t you say you saw the
trail of the old bear when you crossed the Sulmö
gorge yesterday?” he asked a young Lapp who
had just entered the tent and huddled down by
the fire.
Yes, he had seen it and plenty of trails of
wolves as well.
I said I was delighted to hear there were still
bears about, I had been told there were so few of
them left in this neighbourhood. Turi said I
was quite right. This was an old bear who had
been living there for years, he was often seen
shuffling about in the gorge. Three times they
had ringed him when he was asleep in the winter
but he had always managed to escape, he was a
very cunning old bear. Turi had even had a
shot at him, he had only shaken his head and
looked at him with his cunning eyes, he knew
quite well that no ordinary bullet could kill him.
Only a silver bullet, cast on a Saturday night
near the cemetery could kill him, for he was
befriended by the Uldra.
“The Uldra?”
Yes, didn’t I know the Uldra, the Little People
who lived under the earth? When the bear
went to sleep in the winter the Uldra brought
him food in the night, of course no animal could
sleep the whole winter without food, chuckled
Turi. It was the law of the bear that he should
not kill a man. If he broke the law the Uldra
did not bring him any food and he could not go to
sleep in the winter. The bear was not cunning
and treacherous like the wolf. The bear had
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