Carlsson and River walked a long time silent; Gusten with ICE AXE first to test whether the bar; Carlsson after with his collar turned up, eerie in temperament after the sudden and pitiful end his wife received and which you probably would throw at him.

When they had gone half an hour, stopped Tim and puffed, then he looked around on rocks and beaches to see, where he was.

– Well devil, we have not gone crazy! he growled, it was not Måskläppan, for it is there, and he pointed to cheese. And there we have Gillöga pine.

On a long island inland, he pointed out a tall, who was left alone on top of a carved forest height and which, like an optical telegraph with its two remaining seated branches, was a familiar buoy or landfall.

– And there we have Trälskär.

He talked to himself and shook his head.