Throughout the evening and late into the night we searched for a “kåta” (“Gotti”) without finding one. All over the bog we saw reindeer tracks leading hither and thither. I had reached the stage where I could scarcely stand and was on the point of fainting away, so I lay down and was quite prepared to endure the cold of the storm rather than to walk any further. By and by, the Lapp who was guiding my servant and me happened to find reindeer droppings, which he took in his hands, squeezed, smelled and gave to the other to hold and smell – indeed, he even wanted to give them to me – and from these droppings he divined that the local Lapp had moved (ie. shifted his dwelling place), so we followed the tracks that showed up here and there in the snow. At last, 3 1/2 miles from there, we came upon the Lapp who had moved yesterday and I was able to rest.