3rd June. We waited well into the day, until almost 2 o’clock in the afternoon, for the Lapp we had sent out. He returned at last quite exhausted from having visited so many habitations in vain. With him came a person, whether it was a naan or a woman I could not tell. I do not believe that any poet has depicted a Fury so precisely as to compete with this one; there was good reason to believe that she had come from the Styx. She seemed very small, her face was blackish brown from smoke, her eyes were brown and shining, her eyebrows black, her hair pitch-black and hanging down round her head, on which there sat a red, flat cap. She wore a grey kirtle and long, limp, brown paps hung from her chest where the skin resembled that of a frog. But she wore brass bangles, a belt around her waist and Lapp boots on her feet. At my first sight of her I was terrified.