"We haven't time to visit all these houses. But you would like to see the hut half-buried in the ground. The herdsmen live in such places in summer while they are tending their cattle. And we won't forget the Lapps, Anders," said the father, gently tweaking his son's ear.
"Who are all those people in that carriage?" asked Mrs. Lund.
"I had almost forgotten that this is Bellman's day. Those people live here. They always dress in the costume of the time of our beloved poet on his anniversary day."
An old carryall drove slowly past. Within were several men dressed in black velvet coats and knee-breeches, white wigs, and three-cornered hats.
"Later in the day, we will walk over to Bellman's statue, where I am sure we shall find many people."
"I see the reindeer," exclaimed Anders. "There they are on those high rocks."
Before them stretched the group of Laplander tents of birch poles covered with canvas.
"That dark-skinned girl playing with the dog looks about my age. I wonder what she does with the wooden spoon which hangs from her belt," said Sigrid.