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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.