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(1929) [MARC] Author: Axel Munthe - Tema: Medicine
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than the encounter with a bear in the forest. I
also knew that there was nothing to do but to
wait where we were. We sat for hours on our
knapsacks, the fog sticking to our skin as a sheet
of ice-cold water. My misery was complete
when I was going to light my pipe and found my
waistcoat pocket full of water. While I was still
staring dejectedly at my soaked match-box,
Ristin had already struck fire with her
tinderbox and lit her pipe. Another defeat for
civilization was when I wanted to put on a pair of
dry socks and discovered that my waterproof
knapsack of best London make was soaked
through and through and that all Ristin’s
belongings in her home-made laukos of birch-bark were
dry as hay. We were just waiting for the water
to boil for a well-needed cup of coffee when a
sudden gush of wind blew out the flame of my
little spirit lamp. Ristin was off in an instant in
the direction of the wind and back again to order
me to put on my rucksack at once. In less than
a minute a strong steady wind was blowing
straight in our faces and the curtain of mist lifted
rapidly over our heads. Deep below in the valley
at our very feet we saw a huge river glistening
in the sun like a sword. Along the opposite
shore stretched out a dark pine forest as far as
the eye could see. Ristin lifted her hand and
pointed to a thin column of smoke rising over the
tree-tops.

“Forsstugan,” said Ristin.

She sprang down the slope and without a
moment’s hesitation she plunged into the river up
to her shoulders and I after her. Soon we lost

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