390 A SPRING AND SUMMER IN LAPLAND. 



be but little fear there was a good deal of danger. 

 However, not a word was spoken ; I kept on 

 baling, and we managed tlie boats so well that not 

 a drop of water touched any one of the boxes, for 

 I had taken the precaution to put cross sticks 

 under the lower ones, so that they should not 

 touch the bottom of the boat. We reached the 

 opposite shore in safety, and glad enough I was, 

 for any old collector can imagine my feelings when 

 crossing that lake in a rickety boat, which would 

 hardly hang together, laden with the hard-earned 

 treasures of four months' collecting. 



We came to lockmock on the afternoon of the 

 second day, and slept again at the good old priest's, 

 (who, however, had improved in the " world's wis- 

 dom" since we went through in spring, as he now 

 charged us just double for our accommodation), and 

 on Saturday afternoon rowed over a small lake to his 

 son's, a settler near here, where we slept. During 

 our absence they had nearly finished a new road 

 for about four miles from lockmock to the great 

 Lulea river, and we had only to row and bear our 

 things one Swedish mile to the high road, where 

 we got carts and two horses to carry them for four 

 Swedish miles. Although we had to pay 2 rix- 

 dollars per mile for each horse, and walk ourselves, 

 it was better than paying bearers, for we had not 

 nearly so much trouble, and at six p.m. we reached, 



