TROMSO TO VARDO 23 



top of the uplands, and in the marigold bog, side by side 

 with the herring gulls. 



For many herring gulls had taken to a bog of marsh 

 marigold, making their nests sometimes on tussocks of 

 grass, sometimes in the middle of a marigold plant. 

 The lesser black-backs, on the other hand, kept almost 

 entirely to the upland grass. 



I saw on Reno four Alpine hares, one of them all but 

 white. Also I saw a raven most unmercifully mobbed 

 by the gulls. 



The snow lay in deep drifts in all the sudden hollows, 

 and some small mammal had been driving its burrows 

 into the snow. 



I wished I had had many hours more to spend upon 

 this charming little island, and I look forward greatly 

 to the day when I can visit Reno again. Not Reno, 

 however, but Kolguev was our destination, and, with the 

 nesting season already advanced, Kolguev would not 

 wait. So this evening, at 10.15 exactly, we weighed 

 anchor and steamed away for the Land of Hope. 



