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Don’t you understand that it is my wife’s
wedding dress and that she got it from her own
mother? Don’t you understand it all belongs to
us as long as we are alive, and when we die, it
goes to our son? Who would carry it away?
What do you mean?”
Uncle Lars and Mother Kerstin looked at
me, they seemed almost vexed at my question.
Suddenly Lars Anders scratched his head with a
cunning expression in his old eyes.
“Now I understand what he means,” he
chuckled to his wife, “he means those people
they call thieves!”
I asked Lars Anders about the Siva lake,
whether it was true what Turi had told me that
the big Stalo had knocked a hole in its bottom
and made all the fishes escape. Yes, it was
quite true, there was not a single fish in the lake
while all the other mountain lakes were full of
them, but if the mischief had been done by a
Stalo he could not say. The Lapps were
superstitious and ignorant. They were not even
Christians, nobody knew where they came from,
they spoke a language unlike any other tongue in
the whole world.
Were there any Giants or Trolls about on this
side of the river?
“There certainly were in former days,” said
Uncle Lars. When he was a boy he had heard a
lot about the big Troll who lived in the mountain
over there. The Troll was very rich, he had
hundreds of ugly dwarfs who kept watch over his
gold under the mountain and thousands of cattle,
all snow-white with bells of silver round their
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