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spot just described, but had not been at it 

 for twenty years past, went in search of 

 some one to conduct me further, while I 

 rested a httle near a fire. I wished for 

 nothing so much as to be able to go back 

 by water to the place from whence I came ; 

 but I dreaded returning to the boat the 

 way we had already passed, knowing my 

 corporeal frame to be not altogether of 

 iron or steel. I would gladly have gone 

 eight or ten miles by a dry road to the 

 boat, but no such road was here to be 

 found. The hardy Laplanders themselves, 

 born to labour as the birds to fly, could 

 not help complaining, and declared they 

 had never been reduced to such ex- 

 tremity before. I could not help pitying 

 them. 



A marsh called Lychnyran (lucky 

 marsh), but which might more properly 

 be called Olycksmyran (unlucky marsh), 

 gives rise to a small rivulet which takes 

 its course to Lycksele, and abounds with 

 ochre. The water is covered with a film. 



