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(1929) [MARC] Author: Axel Munthe - Tema: Medicine
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already almost dark in the ravine. Ristin
glanced uneasily around her, it was evident that
she was in a hurry to get out of the gorge before
night-fall. Suddenly she stood still. I heard
the crashing of a broken tree-branch and I saw
something dark looming in front of me at a
distance of less than fifty yards.

“Run,” whispered Ristin, white in the face,
her little hand grasping the axe in her belt.

I was quite willing to run had I been able to do
so. As it was, I stood still, riveted to the spot by
a violent cramp in the calf of my legs. I could
now see him quite well. He was standing
knee-deep in a thicket of bilberries, a twig full of his
favourite berries was sticking out of his big
mouth, we had evidently interrupted him in the
midst of his supper. He was of uncommonly
large size, by the shabby look of his coat evidently
a very old bear, no doubt the same bear Turi had
told me about.

“Run,” I whispered in my turn to Ristin with
the gallant intention of behaving like a man and
covering her retreat. The moral value of this
intention was however diminished by the fact
that I was still completely unable to move.
Ristin did not run. Instead of running away she
made me witness an unforgettable scene, enough
to repay a journey from Paris to Lapland. You
are quite welcome to disbelieve what I am going
to tell you, it matters little to me. Ristin, one
hand on her axe, advanced a few steps towards
the bear. With her other hand raising her tunic,
she pointed out the wide leather breeches which
are worn by the Lapp women. The bear dropped

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