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arms, but the savages disappeared without at- 

 tempting to approach us. In a few hours we 

 proceeded on our journey, through a country, 

 which presenting no remarkable object to direct 

 our course, excited my astonishment at the 

 local memory of our guide, who had traversed 

 it but once before. Two great shaggy white 

 wolves, hunting a herd of small deer, fled in 

 terror on our appearance, and we had the grati- 

 fication of saving the pretty animals for this 

 time. In several places we saw little cylindri- 

 cally-shaped huts of underwood, which appear- 

 ed to have been recently quitted by Indians, 

 and sometimes we even found the still glim- 

 mering embers of a fire ; it is therefore probable 

 that the savages were often close to us when 

 we were not aware of it ; but they always took 

 care to conceal themselves from the much 

 dreaded dragoons and their lassos. 



In the evening we reached a little mountain 

 brook, which, after winding through a ravine, 

 falls into the sea at Port Romanzow, or Bonega. 

 It was already dark, and though but ten miles 

 distance from Ross, we were obliged to pass the 

 chill and foggy night not very agreeably on this 



