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fear of Paterfamilias before our eyes, we had a 

 good stare at the young damsels. They were worth 

 looking at, and they seemed to know it ; their red 

 healthy cheeks, bright eyes, and scarlet cloaks, were 

 quite refreshing to our eyes after having gazed so 

 long on nothing but dark pines and snow-covered 

 fields. Whoever set the fashion I can't say, but 

 I observed that there was quite a run upon these 

 pork-pie hats up here ; and to crown all, I saw 

 right up at Quickiock a great chubby Lap boy with 

 one stuck upon his bullet head. 



We did not make more than forty miles this 

 day, and at night we slept at a small roadside 

 public-house where the accommodation was very 

 inferior to that of Mo-Myskie. 



From Mo-Myskie the road branches off to 

 Soderhamn, another of the small seaports which 

 stand on the shores of the Bothnia ; but we 

 avoided this town, and kept the straight road on 

 to Sundswall. We reached one stage beyond 

 Hudiskwall the day we left Mo-Myskie, and the 

 little village we slept in was called " Sanna." 

 The morning we left Sanna was dreary and chill, 

 and the cold throughout the whole day intense. 

 We intended to reach Sundswall that night, which 

 we did about 11 P.M., after passing through a flat 

 but barren and wooded country, no incident on 

 the road worth recording in fact, our journey 



