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A SHOOTING TRIP TO KAMCHATKA 



River, which flows into the Sea of Okhotsk, and 

 half an hour later found ourselves in sight of Natchiki. 

 Upon approaching the hamlet we were greeted by the 

 usual howling of dogs and the usual loathsome smell 

 of decayed fish. The Bolshaia opposite Natchiki is 





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A KEAR-SKIN WINDOW. 



not more than thirty yards wide and about three 

 feet deep, its current strong. We decided to pitch 

 camp on the right bank of the river, the village being 

 situated on its left, thus keeping at a reasonable dis- 

 tance, and in comparative privacy. A few log-cabins, 

 inhabited by some forty natives, and more fish-drying 



