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314 TRAVELS
their corn is by that time threfhed, and the country covered with
{now, every operation of hufbandry is at a ftand.
No inconfiderable number of runic fongs, and thofe not of the
Our townfmen then will ne’er go free,
But plunder’d evermore will be:
No; pufs Vil bake as nature fent her,
With fkin, fur, all that nature lent her:
As I faid this, our pufs in hafte
T roll’d up neatly in a pafte;
The pafty bak’d, without delay,
To Uleaborg I took my way 3
I crofs the river on the ice,
And reached the office in a tricé,
And there I faw my good Commis,
And glad, be affur’d, I was to fee.
Saluting, I my prefent make,
Taking from out my bag ‘a cake*
What’s this you’ve brought me here, cried ‘he,
This is not furely meant for me
Here, take your cake, I pray now, back,
You’ve fomething better in that fack ;
You peafants of Paldamo never
Come hither without fomething clever ;
I know, at home, you’re ne’er without
Fith-pafties, either jack or trout :
Come, fearch your bag, and fet me down
One fhall do credit to your town.
Thus fpoke the Commis; you may fwear,
Thefe words I was well ’pleas’d to hear 5
So out I lugg’d, without demur,
Pufs in the pafty, {kin and fur.
Better receiv’d ‘no ‘gift ‘cou’d be 5
Aye, this is fomething like! cried he 5
Now, my good peafant, for the fake
Of this, you muft refrefhment take.
Coffce
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