ON LAND ONCE MORE. 



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On Friday, September 16th, after a very hard day amid 

 shoals and bad tide-rips, we succeeded in finding a dilapi- 

 dated hut on one of the mouths of the Lena River. We 

 were wet through, and so stiff as to be scarcely able to 

 walk. But we were ashore again on the big land, and 

 that was enough. Our water gave out about two days be- 

 fore this, thus thirst was added to our hunger ; but after 

 getting into the river we got plenty of this necessary article, 

 and no nectar that I ever quaffed tasted like it. 



I have had the pleasure of stopping at numerous good 

 hotels since the Friday night above referred to, but not one 

 of them seemed as luxurious as did that old hut, and our 

 meal of pemmican on that night. 



