The boy walked along leisurely and searched for his friends.  Before he had gone very far, he paused with a smile, for he saw such a pretty sight.  A wild goose was sleeping in a neat little nest, and beside her stood her goosey-gander.  He too, slept, but it was obvious that he had stationed himself thus near her that he might be on hand in the possible event of danger.

The boy went on without disturbing them and peeped into the willow brush that covered the ground.  It was not long before he spied another goose couple.  These were strangers, not of his flock, but he was so happy that he began to hum—­just because he had come across wild geese.

He peeped into another bit of brushwood.  There at last he saw two that were familiar.

It was certainly Neljae that was nesting there, and the goosey-gander who stood beside her was surely Kolme.  Why, of course!  The boy had a good mind to awaken them, but he let them sleep on, and walked away.

In the next brush he saw Viisi and Kuusi, and not far from them he found Yksi and Kaksi.  All four were asleep, and the boy passed by without disturbing them.  As he approached the next brush, he thought he saw something white shimmering among the bushes, and the heart of him thumped with joy.  Yes, it was as he expected.  In there sat the dainty Dunfin on an egg-filled nest.  Beside her stood her white goosey-gander.  Although he slept, it was easy to see how proud he was to watch over his wife up here among the Lapland mountains.  The boy did not care to waken the goosey-gander, so he walked on.

He had to seek a long time before he came across any more wild geese.  Finally, he saw on a little hillock something that resembled a small, gray moss tuft, and he knew that there was Akka from Kebnekaise.  She stood, wide awake, looking about as if she were keeping watch over the whole glen.

“Good morning, Mother Akka!” said the boy.  “Please don’t waken the other geese yet awhile, for I wish to speak with you in private.”

The old leader-goose came rushing down the hill and up to the boy.

First she seized hold of him and shook him, then she stroked him with her bill before she shook him again.  But she did not say a word, since he asked her not to waken the others.

Thumbietot kissed old Mother Akka on both cheeks, then he told her how he had been carried off to Skansen and held captive there.

“Now I must tell you that Smirre Fox, short of an ear, sat imprisoned in the foxes’ cage at Skansen,” said the boy.  “Although he was very mean to us, I couldn’t help feeling sorry for him.  There were many other foxes in the cage; and they seemed quite contented there, but Smirre sat all the while looking dejected, longing for liberty.

“I made many good friends at Skansen, and I learned one day from the Lapp dog that a man had come to Skansen to buy foxes.  He was from some island far out in the ocean.  All the foxes had been exterminated there, and the rats were about to get the better of the inhabitants, so they wished the foxes back again.