"She is no doubt gone to Lapland; for there is always snow and ice there.
Do you know where Lapland lies!" she asked of the Reindeer.
When the mother had taken a sup at her flask, and was having a nap, the little robber maiden went to the Reindeer, and said, "I should very much like to give you still many a tickling with the sharp knife, for then you are so amusing; however, I will untether you, and help you out, so that you may go back to Lapland. But you must make good use of your legs; and take this little girl for me to the palace of the Snow Queen, where her playfellow is.
And on he now sped still quicker--day and night on he went: the loaves were consumed, and the ham too; and now they were in Lapland.
Nor could I pass unnoticed the suggestion of the bleak shores of
Lapland, Siberia, Spitzbergen, Nova Zembla, Iceland, Greenland, with "the vast sweep of the Arctic Zone, and those forlorn regions of dreary space,--that reservoir of frost and snow, where firm fields of ice, the accumulation of centuries of winters, glazed in Alpine heights above heights, surround the pole, and concentre the multiplied rigours of extreme cold." Of these death-white realms I formed an idea of my own: shadowy, like all the half-comprehended notions that float dim through children's brains, but strangely impressive.
`But I thought
Lapland women were fat and ugly, and had squint eyes, like Chinese?' I objected.
Many a church member saw I, walking behind the music, that has danced in the same measure with me, when Somebody was fiddler, and, it might be, an Indian powwow or a
Lapland wizard changing hands with us!
As Indian Moors obey their Spanish lords, So shall the spirits of every element Be always serviceable to us three; Like lions shall they guard us when we please; Like Almain rutters with their horsemen's staves, Or
Lapland giants, trotting by our sides; Sometimes like women, or unwedded maids, Shadowing more beauty in their airy brows Than have the white breasts of the queen of love: From Venice shall they drag huge argosies, And from America the golden fleece That yearly stuffs old Philip's treasury; If learned Faustus will be resolute.
Farr less abhorrd then these Vex'd SCYLLA bathing in the Sea that parts CALABRIA from the hoarce TRINACRIAN shore: Nor uglier follow the Night-Hag, when call'd In secret, riding through the Air she comes Lur'd with the smell of infant blood, to dance With
LAPLAND Witches, while the labouring Moon Eclipses at thir charms.
There are those in this city who would brighten, to me, the darkest winter-day that ever glimmered and went out in
Lapland; and before whose presence even Home grew dim, when they and I exchanged that painful word which mingles with our every thought and deed; which haunts our cradle-heads in infancy, and closes up the vista of our lives in age.
When you return to this mundane sphere from your visionary world, you would seem to leave a Neapolitan spring for a
Lapland winter -- to quit paradise for earth -- heaven for hell!
I went on a moonlight adventure with
Lapland Safaris, snaking through thick forest trails on my Ski-Doo, before stopping in a clearing on the edge of a frozen lake to defrost with hot berry juice and sausages cooked on a campfire.