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Front Cover
Title Page
Copyright
Cast of Characters
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-One
Chapter Thirty-Two
Chapter Thirty-Three
Chapter Thirty-Four
Chapter Thirty-Five
The Epilogues
Back Cover
Sadness just makes me sigh,
I’ve come to say goodbye,
Altho’ I go, I’ve got those farewell blues.
Those farewell blues make me yearn,
That parting kiss seems to burn.
Farewell, dearie, Someday I will return.
Dreaming of you is sweet,
Someday again we’ll meet.
SCOTLAND YARD
Detective Inspector Devenand Hunter
Sergeant Bob Wells
Detective Inspector Phillip Barnes
Joe Lombard, reporter for The Daily Star
Bill Neal, driver
Chapter One
REINDEER IN LAPLAND.
In the winter the Lapp accomplishes his journeys either by
sledging or skating.
Their skates are not exactly things of beauty, but they answer
their purpose admirably. One is as long as the person who wears it;
the other is about a foot shorter. The feet of the wearer are placed in
the middle, and the skates, or skidas, fastened to them by thongs or
withes. They are made of fir-wood, and covered with the skins of
reindeer, which check any backward movement by acting like bristles
against the snow. It is astonishing with what speed the Lapp, thus
equipped, can traverse the frozen ground. The most dexterous
skater on the canals of Holland could not outstrip him. He runs down
the swiftest wild beasts; and the exercise so stimulates and warms
his frame that, even in mid-winter, when pursuing one of these
lightning-like courses, he can dispense with his garment of furs.
When he wishes to stop, he makes use of a long pole, which is
provided with a round ball of wood near the end, to prevent it from
sinking too deep into the snow.
He is no less expert as a sledger. His vehicle, or pulka, is
fashioned like a boat, with a convex bottom, so as to slip over the
snow with all the greater ease; the prow is sharp and pointed, but the
hind part flat. Perhaps it may better be compared to a punt than a
boat. At all events, in this curious vehicle the Lapp is bound and
swathed, like an infant in its cradle. To preserve its equilibrium, he
trusts to the dexterity with which he moves his body to and fro, and
from side to side, as may be needed; and he guides it by means of a
stout pole. His steed, a reindeer, is fastened to it by traces attached
to its collar, and connected with the fore part of the sledge; the reins
are twisted round its horns; and all about its trappings are hung a
number of little bells, in the tintinnabulation of which the animal
greatly delights. Thus accoutred, it will perform a journey of fifty or
sixty miles a day; sometimes travelling fifty miles without pause, and
with no other refreshment than an occasional mouthful of snow.
TRAVELLING IN LAPLAND.
With wonderful accuracy the Lapp will guide himself and his
steed through a seemingly labyrinthine wilderness, when the usual
signs and characters of the landscape are buried deep in snow. But
his memory is tenacious, and a blighted tree, or a projecting crag, or
a clump of firs, affords him a sufficient indication of the correctness
of his course. He frequently continues his rapid journey throughout
the night, when the moon invests the gleaming plains with a strange
brilliancy, or the aurora fills both earth and heaven with the reflection
of its wondrous fires.
A French traveller, M. de Saint-Blaize, is of opinion that the
Lapps, like all savage and semi-civilized races, are rapidly
diminishing in numbers. Yet this diminution is hardly owing to the
conditions under which they live. Their life, to the civilized European,
seems severe and almost intolerable; but though it is marked by
privation and fatigue, it is not without its charms. It is free and
independent, and without anxiety. As for the privation and fatigue,
the Lapp is hardly conscious of them, because his capacity of
endurance is great, and he is accustomed to them from his earliest
years. Temperate, active, and inured to exertion, his physical frame
is wonderfully vigorous, and he knows nothing of the majority of
maladies which afflict the dweller in cities. One terrible disease,
indeed, he does not escape, and this may have had much to do with
their decline,—the smallpox. Otherwise, they are a healthy as well as
a hardy race. If during a journey a Lapp woman gives birth to a child,
she places the new-born in a frame of hollow wood, in which a hole
has been cut to receive the little one’s head; then slings this rude
cradle on her back, and continues her march. When she halts, she
suspends the infant and its cradle to a tree, the wirework with which
it is covered affording a sufficient protection against wild beasts.
Professor Forbes, however, describes a more comfortable cradle,
which is cut out of solid wood, and covered with leather, in flaps so
arranged as to lace across the top with leathern thongs; the inside is
lined with reindeer moss, and a pillow, also of reindeer moss, is
provided for the head of the infant, who fits the space so exactly that
it can stir neither hand nor foot.
The Lapp is a bold hunter, and will encounter the bear single-
handed. Like the Siberian, he entertains a superstitious reverence
for this powerful animal, which he regards as the wisest and most
acute of all the beasts of the field, and supposes to know and hear
all that is said about it; but as its fur is valuable and its flesh well-
favoured, he does not refrain from pursuing it to the death, though
careful, so to speak, to kill it with the highest respect.
Early in winter the bear retires to a rocky cave, or a covert of
branches, leaves, and moss, and there remains, without food, and in
a state of torpidity, until the spring recalls him to active life. After the
first snow-fall, the Lapp hunters seek the forest, and search for
traces of their enemy. These being found, the spot is carefully
marked, and after a few weeks they return, arouse the slumbering
brute, and stimulate it to an attack; for to shoot it while asleep, or,
indeed, to use any weapon but a lance, is considered dishonourable.
Hogguer, whose narrative is quoted by Hartwig, accompanied a
couple of Lapps, well armed with axes and stout lances, on one of
these dangerous expeditions. When about a hundred paces from the
bear’s den, the party halted, and one of the Lapps advanced
shouting, and his comrades made all the din they could. He ventured
within twenty paces of the cavern, and then threw stones into it. For
awhile all was quiet, and Hogguer began to think they had come
upon an empty den; but suddenly an angry growl was heard.
The hunters now renewed and redoubled their clamour, until
slowly, like an honest citizen roused from his virtuous sleep by a
company of roisterers, the animal came forth from his lair.
At first he seemed indifferent and lethargic; but, catching sight of
his nearest enemy, he was filled with rage, uttered a short but terrible
roar, and rushed headlong upon him. The Lapp, with his lance in
rest, awaited the onset calmly, while the bear, coming to close
quarters, reared himself on his haunches, and struck at his
antagonist with his fore paws.
To avoid these powerful strokes, the daring huntsman crouched,
and then, with a sudden spring, drove his lance, impelled by a sturdy
arm, and guided by a sure eye, into the creature’s heart.
The victor escaped with only a slight wound on the hand, but the
marks of the bear’s teeth were found deeply impressed on the iron
spear-head.
According to an old custom, the wives of the hunters assemble in
one of their huts, and as soon as they hear them returning, raise a
loud discordant chant in honour of the bear. When the men, loaded
with their booty of skin and flesh, draw near, it is considered
necessary to receive them with words of reproach and insult, and
they are not allowed to enter through the door; they are compelled,
therefore, to obtain admission through a hole in the wall. But when
the animal’s manes have been thus propitiated, the women are not
less eager than the men to make the most of its carcass; and after
the skin, fat, and flesh have been removed, they cut up the body,
and bury it with great ceremony, the head first, then the neck, next
the fore paws, and so on, down to the animal’s “last,”—its tail. This is
done from a wild belief that the bear rises from the dead, and if it has
been properly interred, will kindly allow itself to be killed a second
time by the same hunter!
The principal article of food of the Lapps is reindeer venison. This
they boil, and it supplies them both with meat and broth. In summer
they vary their bill of fare with cheese and reindeer milk; and the rich
eat a kind of bread or cake, baked upon hot iron plates or “girdles.”
For luxuries they resort to brandy and tobacco; and these are not
less appreciated by the women than by the men. As for the latter,
they are never seen without a pipe, except at meals; and the first
salutation which a Lapp addresses to a stranger is a demand for
“tabak” or “braendi.” Dr. Clarke tells us that on paying a visit to one of
their tents, he gave the father of the family about a pint of brandy,
and as he saw him place it behind his bed, near the margin of the
tent, he concluded it would be economically used. In a few minutes
the daughter entered, and asked for a dram, on the ground that she
had lost her share while engaged upon domestic duties outside. The
old Lapp made no reply, but slily crept round the exterior of the tent
until he came to the place where the brandy was concealed. Then,
thrusting in his arm, he drew forth the precious bottle, and emptied
its contents at a draught.
FISHER LAPPS.
A picture of what the artists call a Lapland “interior,” of the
domestic economy of a Lapp hut, is painted for us by the author of a
recent book of travel, entitled “Try Lapland.”
After a long day’s journey, in the neighbourhood of Lake
Randejaur, weary and cold, he and his companions came upon a
small hut, and had visions of obtaining a night’s rest; but a closer
acquaintance with the hut convinced them that such a proceeding
would be undesirable.
For, knocking at the door, and pulling up the latch, they entered,
to see before them a family scene!
In an inconceivably dirty room stood a still dirtier beldame,
making coffee. Her husband, an old man of seventy, sat on one side;
while a hideous, deformed little Lapp, whether man or woman they
could hardly tell, squatted on the floor on the other, in full costume,
consisting of high-peaked blue cloth cap, and reindeer-skin dress,
ornamented with beads and spangles. Her face was brown as a
berry, long lanky black hair streamed down her cheeks; and, staring
at the intruders, she begged for “penge” (money). Two young men
were snoring in one bed, and two boys in another placed opposite to
it, each being covered with a few reindeer-skins.
The entrance of the strangers aroused the sleepers to give one
hasty look, and then they snored again.
The lady of the house offered coffee; and though everything
looked so dirty as to create a positive feeling of disgust, the travellers
could not afford to be particular, and accepted her offer, which put
her in a perfect ecstasy of delight.
Quickly she scuttled off to the well for water, and, filling her kettle,
set to work to roast fresh coffee.
The old man got up and endeavoured to rouse the sleepers,
when he understood that the strangers were in immediate want of
boats and rowers.
Leaving him to make the necessary preparations, they went out
to take a look at the surrounding scenery; and returning in a quarter
of an hour, expected to find them preparing the boats, which lay two
or three hundred yards off. But, to their surprise, not the slightest
change had occurred in the position of the sleepers; and, after
drinking their coffee out of the one cup the Lapps possessed, they
grew impatient, and stormed at the young men, trying even to pull
them out of bed—but they would not budge.
“The father,” says our authority, “who protested great love for the
English, but turned out the biggest rascal we had come across, was
as anxious as we were that his sons should get up and row us;—but
not a bit of it! He told us that they had been out three days and three
nights on the Fells, and were thoroughly exhausted. What was to be
done, we could not think. It was getting serious; we certainly could
not sleep in this dreadful hole, and there was no other shelter near.
“Money had no power: though I showed the almighty dollar to the
weary slumberers, (they had surely never been in America!) they
turned away with a grunt.
“Then, O happy thought, I recollected the brandy; and bringing
my keg to the bedside, I tapped it, and offered them a glass if they
would get up. This was quite another thing; they yawned, stretched
their limbs, and stood upon the floor. Poor fellows! we then saw how
ill and fagged they looked, though they were splendid specimens of
the human race.
“Pouring a glass of the fiery compound down their throats, they
put on their coats, and followed us like sleepy dogs; but in a few
moments were rowing us like heroes.”
All travellers agree in bearing witness to the passion of the Lapps
for alcoholic liquors. If we could spare our apostles of temperance
and advocates of Good Templarism, which, alas! we cannot afford to
do, few better fields could be found for their admirable labours than
Lapland.