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Simmons, and waited for me to do my duty. Yonder were the two 

 lusty toothsome reindeer. If only it had been the fifth of August! 

 That confounded drift-ice! Then, to my relief, they winded me, and 

 set off towards the mountains. Light of heart, I hurried on north- 

 ward. 



But at Nordstrand was no Simmons ; and not a soul had been 

 there during the course of the summer. He had given up his 

 trip thither. 



