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never knows with these Lapps, they are all full
of witchcraft and devil’s tricks. Anyhow I sent
her off at daybreak, she is swift on foot, she will
be at the Lapp school in Rukne before sunset.
When are you going?”
I said I was in no hurry, I would like to remain
a couple of days, I liked the Forsstugan very much.
Uncle Lars said his son was to return from his
timber-cutting in the evening, there would be no
room for me to sleep in. I said I did not mind
sleeping in the barn, I liked the smell of hay.
Neither Uncle Lars nor Mother Kerstin seemed
to cherish the idea. I could not help feeling as
if they wanted to get rid of me, they hardly spoke
a word to me, they almost seemed afraid of me.
I asked Uncle Lars about the stranger who had
come to Forsstugan two days ago and who had
eaten all the bread. He could not speak a word
of Swedish, said Lars Anders, the Finn Lapp who
was carrying his fishing tackle and rods said
they had lost their way. They were half dead
of hunger when they came, they had eaten up
everything in the house. Uncle Lars showed me
the coin he had insisted on giving to the
grandchildren, was it possible that it was real gold?
It was an English sovereign. On the floor by
the window lay a ‘Times’ addressed to Sir John
Scott. I opened it and read in huge letters:
TERRIBLE OUTBREAK OF CHOLERA IN
NAPLES;
OVER A THOUSAND CASES A DAY.
One hour later Pelle, Uncle Lars’ grandson,
stood in front of the house with the shaggy little
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