Dan Meinertzhagen's Diary. 64 



But, fortunately for me, the Finn appeared 

 with my bag. I don't know if he intended all 

 the time not to stop here, and to catch me up, 

 or whether he had been ill, or what; but he 

 certainly did well in not sleeping here, for 

 I was itching all over this morning, and had to 

 wash in the icy cold water of the river. 



About 2.20 we started out in the rain, 

 I carrying the bag and my gun, and he taking 

 the fishing basket. We walked over a lot of 

 barren ground, and in the evening arrived at a 

 cottage where we got some coffee, and the 

 men took me to a Rough-legged Buzzard's 

 nest, not half a mile away from the house, in a 

 rock very similar to the Falcon's nest yester- 

 day, and from it I took four almost white eggs, 

 one slightly incubated. We went another five 

 miles or so, and reached Peltorourma ; there, in a 

 house quite palatial compared to the hut this 

 morning, I had a grand meal of pike, bread and 

 butter, and milk, and took off my dripping 

 clothes. 



There is a man staying here dressed like 

 a commercial traveller in a brown bowler, who 

 has with him a collection of Finnish literature, 

 and from him I bought at sixpence a phrase 

 book of English and Finnish, which I hope will 

 prove very useful. 



