I wondered, and I now wonder even more, how these poor people can live on fish alone. It is sometimes boiled fresh, sometimes dried and boiled, sometimes dried and roasted on a wooden spit placed by the fire. They roast it well and, when they boil fish, they do so better and longer than I have ever seen done. They have no soup foods at all apart from fish and even that is no more than just the water in which the fish was boiled. If the fishing fails, they have no way of getting anything to eat. Not until Midsummer do they begin to milk the reindeer and after that they have milk to sustain them. They slaughter reindeer in the autumn and this provides them with some small sustenance for the winter – a poor enough one, though.