“The morning was bitterly cold, everything frozen white, under 22°C below zero. I went up into the mountains on my own. An elderly, brightly colored Lapp was chopping up birch trees. I asked where the ‘toros’ (reindeer) were.
Oh, far away, he thought. And then, like the aurora borealis, a creeping, jostling, earthy gray mass, grows darker, extended, soft and broad, I hear the barking of the dogs. At their head a Lapp leading a beautiful white animal, behind them a large number of antlered beasts. The herd is covered in a fine coat of snow.”