40 TEAVEL, ADVENTURE, AND SPOET. 



II. 



On a lovely morning, the 22d of March, we started 

 in excellent spirits and with light hearts on our 

 expedition down the river to Yadsoe, or rather to the 

 last stopping-place before leaving the river, and going 

 overland to Vadsoe. 



Our cavalcade was comprised of twenty-two rein- 

 deer, each drawing his man ; and twenty more deer 

 had left early in the morning Avith our luggage. The 

 twenty-two poolks made a goodly show; and it was 

 thus with great eclat that we set forth, each and all 

 madly striving to be first. Our deer were not the 

 same as those that had conveyed us from Bosekop ; 

 and those we now had had not been used for many 

 months, so that they were as " fresh as paint." "\Ve 

 all rushed madly down the river, whose broad bosom 

 formed a splendid road for us. Being as yet by no 

 means proficient at deer-driving, I urged my beast 

 forward far too strongly at the outset, with the 

 natural result of rendering it slow and spiritless long 

 before any of the others showed even the slightest 

 symptom of fatigue. 



I forgot to mention that the beau elite of Karasjok 

 had accompanied us one Norsk mile (seven English) 

 on our way down-stream, and before leaving us we 

 had, of course, a stirrup-cup from them. The pro- 

 vider of this (the deputy lensmand, and a Lapp) 



