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Decorah, Iowa, and studied at Luther College, from which he was 
graduated in 1873. Two years later he was graduated from the College 
o 1 Law at the University of Iowa. He practised law for a number of 
years in his native state, and moved to Alaska during the gold rush. 
He has held many offices in the northern territory, has served as United 
States district attorney and as mayor of Nome, and was recently 
appointed to the Federal Court. Since his elevation to the bench, his 
son, Carl J. Lomen, a recognized authority on reindeer culture, has 
succeeded him as president and general manager of the company. 
The reindeer industry is still in its infancy, but all who are inter¬ 
ested in it believe that in fifty or perhaps a hundred years it will be one 
of the world’s greatest industries. They believe devoutly that when 
the pampas of South America and the plains of Australia have been 
converted into small holdings with homesteaders who will be raising 
grain instead of cattle and sheep, reindeer meat will eventually take the 
place of beef and mutton. Vilhjalmur Stefansson, the Arctic explorer, 
is one of those who believe in the future of reindeer, saying that the 
Arctic and sub-Arctic portion of Canada, now utterly unused, can sup¬ 
port fully 50,000,000 domestic reindeer and musk-oxen. Thus far 
Scandinavians are in the forefront of this industry. Will they con¬ 
tinue to lead? 
By Hjalmar Soderberg 
Translated from the Swedish by Charles Wharton Stork 
This is the story of a young girl and an apothecary with a white 
vest. 
She was young and slim, she smelled of pine woods and heather, 
and her complexion was sunburned and a trifle freckled. So she was 
when I knew her. But the apothecary was a quite ordinary apothe¬ 
cary; he wore a white vest on Sundays, and on a Sunday this at¬ 
tracted attention. It attracted attention in a place in the country so 
far away from the world that no one in that region was so sophisticated 
as to wear a white vest on Sundays except the apothecary. 
This, you see, was how it happened that one Sunday morning 
there was a knock at my door, and when I opened it, the apothecary 
stood outside in his white vest and bowed several times. He was very 
polite and very much embarrassed. 
