eaten specimen of a tame reindeer, 

 and the harness and pulk, a boat 

 shaped sled. I took a ride in this 

 rensdyr pulk on the grass, there 

 being no convenient snow-patch, and 

 found it strange, uncomfortable loco- 

 motion. 



The pulk is drawn by a single 

 thong; the reindeer is guided by 

 another thong, swung in the direction 

 one desires to go. There is nothing 

 between one's low crouching self, 

 and some clicking free-flying hoofs, 

 but training and inherent courtesy. 

 Stories are not lacking, indeed, of 

 angered pulk-deer turning on their 

 drivers, whose safety depended upon 

 the agility with which the pulk could 

 be capsized with the driver inside. 



Though absolutely wild, the rein- 

 deer herds back of Nystuen are kept 

 track of by a herder and his dog, 

 usually a sharp-nosed canine, wolfish 

 in colour and attributes. Together 

 they spend solitary weeks in the 

 region the herds favour, rendering 

 occasional service to a simla (mother 

 doe) protecting her rens kalv from 

 a wolverine or a venturesome bear 

 that may have been lured so high 



