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meat ; by drinking a great quantity of 

 water, as nothing else was to be had ; and 

 by eating nothing but fish, unsalted and 

 crawUng with vermin, I must have perished 

 but for a piece of dried and salted rein- 

 deer's flesh, given me by my kind hostess 

 the clergyman's wife at Lycksele. This 

 food, however, without bread, proved un- 

 wholesome and indigestible. How I longed 

 once more to meet with people who feed 

 on spoon-meat ! I inquired of this woman 

 whether she could give me any thing to 

 eat. She replied, " Nothing but fish." I 

 looked at the fresh fish, as it was called, 

 but perceiving its mouth to be full of mag- 

 gots, I had no appetite to touch it ; but 

 though it thus abated my hunger, it did 

 not recruit my strength. I asked if I 

 could have any reindeer tongues, which 

 are commonly dried for sale, and served 

 up even at the tables of the great ; but was 

 answered in the negative. " Have you no 

 cheese made of reindeer's milk?" said I. 

 " Yes," replied she, " but it is a mile oflf." 

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