Farewell to Norway. 



12 I 



were dragged behind them, howling. Some of my 

 comrades went on shore, and brought back anything but 

 an edifying account of the state of things. Every single 



EVKNING SCENE AT KIIABAROVA. 



(By Otto binding, from a Pkotcgrafk.) 



man and woman appeared to be drunk, reeling about the 

 place. One young Samoyede in particular had made an 

 ineffaceable impression on them. He mounted a sledge, 



