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drain." Strange to say, I never saw a drop of 

 "the cratur" the whole while I was at Quickiock. 

 The good old doctor in Lulea strongly recom- 

 mended us to freight up a few bottles of cognac, 

 and take a " nip" every morning, to keep the raw 

 fell air out of our stomachs, and as an excellent 

 preventive against " diarrhoea," which, he said, 

 was very prevalent in Lapland ; but I knew, from 

 old experience, how long such a kind of medicine 

 would last in the bush, and how apt the stomach 

 is to be out of order with so palatable a remedy 

 at hand : so I took up instead a pound of English 

 salts, which was recommended as a secondary 

 specific, and, strange to say, I was never once 

 asked for a dram, and I left them behind just as I 

 brought them up. I wonder how it would have 

 been with a case of French brandy ! 



It is all very well to visit Lapland for a few 

 summer months, and know that you can leave the 

 country when you are tired of it ; but, somehow 

 or other, I should not like to live here my whole 

 life. The same monotonous scenery. North, 

 south, east, and west, the view was shut in by 

 barren fells, the tops of most of them covered with 

 perennial snows. It is strange how soon one tires 

 of this kind of wild scenery. There are pastoral 

 landscapes in Old England upon which one is 

 never weary of gazing; and even if a man's life 



