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In Akonlahti, I stopped in at the Trohkimo house, where I was welcomed as an old friend. They started heating the sauna right away despite the late hour; I had travelled 50 km that day, 20 on horseback, 30 on foot. The house, which had been quite poor the last time I visited, had got plenty of rye from fields they had cleared and seemed twice as wealthy and cheerful. The following morning I left for Juortana on the Finnish side. Old Trohkimo himself came along as my guide and showed me a spring called Kultakallio. It was a bit off the path at the edge of a swamp, at a place where, according to Trohkimo, water flowed in two directions. The spring was almost completely covered with moss and there seemed to be nothing remarkable about it other than the name, which Ganander thought even more remarkable than I did, since he put it in his Mythologica Fennica. The only thing my guide knew about the spring was that it never freezes and that it always melts the snow around it. I intend to finish this account of my trip here in Juortana, and I have quite a good reason, too, for the sole of my boot is completely worn out.