ii4 ICE-BOUND ON KOLGUEV 



Hyland was asleep before I could feed him, and after I 

 had smoked a pipe and had eaten some raisins I followed 

 his example. 



We slept for an hour or two, and then ate some cold 

 Liebig, potted pheasant and biscuit, and trudged off. 



These little tins of potted meat were all labelled 

 differently, but all tasted the same. 



We went east for ten miles, as near as I could estimate 

 it — putting our average at two miles an hour — and at 

 9.30 p.m. reached some sandhills with ridges of stones, 

 which were evidently old beaches. 



To-day we had seen a snowy owl — the third. Like 

 the others, it was a dark bird. It was sitting on a 

 hillock some distance off. 



The last two miles of our walk was through a most 

 lovely cloudberry garden. I can call it nothing else. 

 The bog was filled with mounds and ridges of peat, all 

 white with this beautiful flower. It was like a splendid 

 strawberry bed, but with more flower and less leaf. 



We came upon a pair of Arctic skuas who were evi- 

 dently nesting, and tried hard, but unsuccessfully, to find 

 the nest. 



Here was the highest growth of vegetation we had 

 yet seen, for the woolly willow was at least a foot high. 

 In the marsh I also found a Lapland bunting's nest 

 containing seven eggs. The nest was composed of 

 grasses lined with feathers. 



I am afraid I have in some instances forgotten my 



