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Norwegian pony. Uncle Lars was dumbfounded
when I wanted to pay him at least for the
provisions in my rucksack, he said he had never
heard such a thing. He said I had nothing to
worry about, Pelle knew the direction quite well.
It was quite an easy and comfortable journey
this time of the year. Eight hours’ ride through
the forest to Rukne, three hours downstream in
Liss Jocum’s boat, six hours on foot across the
mountain to the church village, two hours across
the lake to Losso Jarvi, from there eight hours’
easy drive to the new railway station. No
passenger trains as yet but the engineer would be
sure to let me stand on the locomotive for two
hundred miles till I could catch the goods’ train.
Uncle Lars was quite right, it was an easy and
comfortable journey, at least it seemed so to me
then. What would it have seemed to me today?
Equally easy and comfortable was the journey
across Central Europe in the wretched trains of
those days with hardly any sleep. Lapland to
Naples, look at the map!
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