When I went up into the hills to pick wild strawberries, I caught sight of a Lapp who was out with his gun to hunt for birds. I took no notice of him until there was a bang, at which I looked back and saw that he was fairly close to me and below me. The ball struck a stone immediately above me. Praise be to God I was spared and he ran off. I did not see him again but I set off home at once.