er. After an hour or two, more hay was brought in
and the two tailors and the postillioness lay down side by side. We had
barely got to sleep again, when there was another arrival. "I am the
post-girl," said a female voice. Hereupon everybody woke up, and the
story of the two foreign travellers was told over again. In the course
of the conversation I learned that the girl carried the post twenty
English miles once a week, for which she received 24 _rigs_ ($6.25)
annually. "It is a hard business," said the hump-backed tailor. "Yes;
but I am obliged to do it," answered the girl. After her departure we
were not again disturbed, and managed to get some sleep at last.

We all completed our toilettes in the same room, without the least
embarrassment; and, with a traveller's curiosity, I may be pardoned for
noticing the general bodily cleanliness of my various bed-fellows,
especially as the city Swedes are in the habit of saying that the
country people are shockingly dirty. We had coffee, and made
arrangements with the girl who had brought the tailors to take us back
in her cart. Our host would make no charge for the bed, and next to
nothing for our fare, so I put a bank-note in the hand of little Pehr,
his only child, telling him to take care of it, and spend it wisely when
he grew up. The delight of the good people knew no bounds. Pehr must
hold up his little mouth to be kissed, again and again; the mother shook
us warmly by the hand, and the father harnessed his horse and started
with us. May the blessing of God be upon all poor, honest, and contented
people!

Our road led between wooded hills to the Siljan-Forss, a large
iron-foundry upon a stream which flows into the Siljan Lake. It was a
lovely morning, and our postillion who was a woman of good sense and
some intelligence, chatted with me the whole way. She was delighted to
find that we could so easily make ourselves understood. "When I saw you
first in the night," said she, "I thought you must certainly be Swedes.
All the foreigners I saw in Stockholm had something dark and cloudy in
their countenances, but both of you have shining faces." She questioned
me a great deal about the sacred localities of Palestine, and about the
state of religion in America. She evidently belonged to the _Lasare_,
who, she stated, were very numerous in Dalecarlia. "It is a shame," said
she, "that we poor people are obliged to pay so much for the support of
the Church, whether we belong to