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driver said. "A couple of years back I met a pack of wolves. I took off the highway after them, right over the snow. Ran down three and collected a nice bounty. "Don't care much for the bears, though. They're big and mean. I met one last year between Inari and Ivalo. Sound asleep in the track. Snow was banked too high to get around him. I stopped and honked." The driver chuckled. "We sat there an hour and a half," he went on. "Finally I edged the bus forward and nudged him. That woke him. He stretched and sort of yawned, seemed surprised and not particularly pleased. He growled and cuffed the fenders a couple of times; left long claw marks. "Then he walked around the bus, standing on his hind legs to look inside each window. Well, he finally wandered away, and we got into Ivalo all right. But some of those win dows had been cranked shut so tight we couldn't get them open until spring!" An outboard motor sputtered around the river bend. The boatman beached his craft and sprang ashore. He was short and solidly built, wearing a black cap, hand-knit turtle neck sweater, heavy breeches, and wrinkled Russian-style soft leather boots. His boat, 30 feet long and narrow, with a high, curved prow, was powered by a big 2-cylinder out board of Swedish manufacture. 267 Summer Sun Moves Dining Room Outdoors Jounni Guttorm, a Lapp member of the Finnish border guard, enjoys alfresco lunch with his family outside their sod-roofed log home. Ironshod sled leaning against the tree hauls hay from the pasture.