The ground was very barren and sandy, and stones, which were in short supply, were only to be found on the river bank. The pines grew sparsely but tall, their gaze directed at the heavens. I saw here vast tracts of the finest timber I have ever seen. Heather, cowberry, and ‘Muscus renorum’ [Reindeer Moss] grew on the groimd. Wherever the ground sloped slightly, smaller pines were growing, though for the most part there was birch with cowberry, blaeberry. ‘Polytrichum’ [moss] and ‘Muscus tectorius’ [moss] growing on the ground.3 In the drier places, where the large pines grew, logs of the finest quality lay blown down this way and that way by the wind so that progress became almost impossible. This land seemed to me like the home of Pan.4