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and kilos of ribbon roads. Here one 

 takes no iron horse, but an open 

 carriage and rough-coated ponies; 

 and one travels at pleasure, the 

 summer is always light, midnight 

 or noon the majestic scenery is 

 unfolded with compelling beauty. 



Thus for days Nimrod and I 

 travelled and came to Nystuen, back 

 of which on the uplands we were 

 to hunt the reindeer. We had 

 carefully transported our weapons, 

 two cameras, and saved our ammu- 

 nition, so that we had several dozen 

 rounds of shots, and we longed to 

 "bag some game." But the inhabi- 

 tants of Nystuen move slowly and 

 entertain an Oriental attitude to- 

 ward foreign women. 



" Yes, there were reindeer back 

 on the hills, several thousand of 

 them. Yes, we could go to them. 

 Yes, Updal had come back only the 

 day before and knew where they 

 were, but better not go to-day, 

 perhaps to-morrow. Yes, there were 

 ponies to ride, but better wait." 



This went on for several days 

 which Nimrod put in, however, 

 sketching a pulk-buk, a most moth- 



