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Leaving the Varangerfjord just before darkness set in, the travellers struck across the wide, rolling tundra, and for many hours went forward, until about two o'clock in the morning they drove into an enclosure in the centre of which stood a small wooden hut, together with several other ramshackle out-buildings.
It was the last resthouse on the road. Indeed, the road, or rather the track, ended there, for before it lay the broad, swift-flowing Tana river. The stockade kept out the wolves in winter, and the house itself, raised several feet from the ground, showed the depth of the snows which lay there for several months each year.