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(1929) [MARC] Author: Axel Munthe - Tema: Medicine
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his bilberry twig, sniffed loudly a couple of times
and shuffled off among the thick firs.

“He likes bilberries better than me,” said
Ristin as we set off again as fast as we could.

Ristin told me that when her mother had
brought her back from the Lapp school in the
spring, they had come upon the old bear almost
at the same place in the midst of the gorge and
that he had scrambled away as soon as her mother
had shown him she was a woman.

Soon we emerged from the gorge and wandered
through the darkening forest on a carpet of silvery
grey moss, soft as velvet and interwoven with
bunches of Linnaea and Pyrola. It was neither
light nor dark, it was the wonderful twilight of
the northern summer night. How Ristin could
find her way through the trackless forest was
incomprehensible to my stupid brain. All of a
sudden we came upon our friend the brook again,
I had just time to bend down to kiss his
night-cool face as he rushed past us. Ristin announced
it was time for supper. With incredible rapidity
she chopped some wood with her axe and lit the
camp fire between two boulders. We ate our
supper, smoked our pipes and were soon fast
asleep, our rucksacks under our heads. I was
awakened by Ristin presenting me her red cap
full of bilberries, no wonder the old bear liked
bilberries, I never had a better breakfast. On
we went. Hallo! there was our friend the brook
again joyously dancing along over hillocks and
stones and singing in our ears that we had better
come along with him down to the mountain lake.
So we did lest he should lose his way in the gloom.

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