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we bowled along at a good speed to the southwards, 

 making for the southernmost arm of the Danube 

 Delta — the St. George's Arm. 



M. Panaitescu had left us before reaching Sulina, 

 and had returned to Tulcea. As without him it was 

 impossible to communicate with any of my com- 

 panions, I picked up in the streets of Sulina, and 

 engaged, a Greek, who could speak fair English, well 

 enough at any rate to act as interpreter. I took 

 him entirely on trust, knowing nothing about him ; 

 but he served me very well. I paid him, I think, 

 four shillings a day ; he ate and slept with the men, 

 and I paid his passage back to Sulina on our return 

 to Tulcea. 



On reaching the St. George's Arm about midday, 

 we landed and cooked one of the chickens we had 

 brought with us. These men were wonderfully 

 good cooks. The chickens, roasted over a fire of 

 reeds on a sharpened stick, one end of which was 

 stuck in the ground, were delicious. Of course, 

 living in this open-air life our appetites were good, 

 and I for one was always ready for our midday halt. 



From this point we struck off to the southwards, 

 leaving the St. George's Arm near its mouth, mak- 

 ing our way through narrow circuitous channels 

 through the Lake of Dranov, towards the large 

 Lake Razelm. 



Looking at the map, the spaces between the arms 



