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our footing and swam across the river as the elks
had swum across the forest lake. After
half-an-hour’s walk through the forest on the other side
of the river we reached a clearing evidently made
by the hand of man. A huge Lapland dog came
rushing towards us full-speed barking fiercely.
After much sniffing at us he was overjoyed to see
us and proceeded to lead the way with a friendly
wagging of his tail.
* * *
In front of his red painted house stood Lars
Anders of Forsstugan in his long sheepskin coat,
six feet six in his wooden shoes.
“Good day in the forest!” said Lars Anders.
“Where dost thou come from? Why didst thou
not let the Lapp child swim alone across the
river to fetch my boat? Put another log on
the fire, Kerstin,” he called out to his wife inside
the house. “He has swum the river with a
Lapp child, they must dry their clothes.”
Ristin and I sat down on the low bench before
the fire.
“He is wet as an otter,” said Mother Kerstin
helping me to pull off my stockings, my
knickerbockers, my sweater and my flannel shirt from
my dripping body and hanging them to dry on
the rope across the ceiling. Ristin had already
taken off her reindeer coat, her leggings, her
breeches and her woollen vest, shirt she had none.
There we sat, side by side on the wooden bench
before the blazing fire, stark naked as our Creator
had made us. The two old folk thought it was
all right so, and so it was.
An hour later I was inspecting my new quarters
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