The fishermen I saw had been fishing 40 or 50 miles or more above Lycksele since Easter. I went with one of them to where they were staying and their catch was, on average, 370 pounds of dried fish per man. Since they live 35 miles below Lycksele church in a place where there is not even the smallest stream flowing to the sea, it is strange that they are allowed to drive away the Lapp and to enjoy the freedom of fishing up here without paying the smallest tax to the crown or tithe to the priest of the parish in which they are fishing (as other fishermen have to). Nor do they pay rent to the Lapps, who do pay tax for their land and complain that they have been badly treated in every way but dare not even open their mouths about it. I asked why they do not put in a complaint and they replied: “We cannot, alas, turn to the authorities. These people are allowed to treat us as they like and encroach upon our rights in whatever way they wish. We cannot bear witness against them because we’re so scattered in the wilderness here – hence these tears.15 We can never believe that this is the will of our gracious sovereign but, if we knew that it was, we would at least have that satisfaction”.