58 A SPRING AND SUMMER IN LAPLAND. 



moon was riding high in a cloudless sky as blue 

 as steel, the snow on the river glistening in its soft 

 beams as if millions of diamonds were scattered 

 over it. It was a lovely scene — the high forest- 

 covered mountains frowning over the river, " for 

 the whole appearance of the country was fast be- 

 coming wilder and more rugged," and, as first 

 impressions are always most lasting, so my first 

 night in Lulea-Lapland will long be remembered 

 after many others are forgotten. There is a large 

 iron foundry here belonging to the great Grellivare 

 mines, which he about one hundred miles to the 

 north, and as I had an introduction , to the manager 

 we had no difficulty in getting horses for the first 

 twelve miles from here. Two days more of the 

 same monotonous travelling brought us to lock- 

 mock, which place we did not reach until the 

 morning of the 12th, for we met with a most 

 unaccommodating settler on the road, who would 

 only let us have one horse ; so we piled the bag- 

 gage in a sledge, and walked twelve miles by its 

 side. "We could not, therefore, reach Iockmock 

 that night, but slept on the road. Just round 

 Iockmock the forests were deeper and better tim- 

 bered than any we had seen since we left Sundswall; 

 in fact, the whole character of the landscape was 

 becoming more like Lapland. A lot of Laps were 

 quartered in the cottage where we slept, with their 



