208 ICE-BOUND ON KOLGUEV 



The waiter began the clay's undertakings, and we had 

 to follow. He was out from under my chin at an early 

 hour and away exploring. He walked up and down me 

 for quite a while, but left that presently by the bridge — 

 my face and head — and so reached the big tin case, 

 which was a finer promenade. Here he marched up 

 and down for a little while like a captain on the quarter- 

 deck, cocking his head on one side in a very comical way. 

 While considering how he could cross to Hyland he 

 ventured too near the edge of the cliff and dropped right 

 into a ravine between the tin case and the biscuit-box. 

 I drew him out of that after many attempts, and started 

 him again. This time he attacked Hyland, as ravens 

 attack a dead body, going for the eyes. But Hyland 

 was only sleeping : till this woke him up. And when 

 we rose the waiter became a serious question, for if 

 there was a place where it seemed you could tread with 

 safety he was sure to sit down there. So then I caught 

 him and penned him up. Many times I penned him 

 and in many ways, but always he came out at a run. 



Then Hyland said he would build a proper pen. And 

 he made one that even defeated the waiter. For fixing 

 a circle of reindeer horns, he covered them with slabs of 

 moss which curled inwards at the top. 



While this was preparing the waiter came out walking 

 with me, and betrayed a great liking for the green heads 

 of cotton grass, which he nipped of neatly just below the 

 bud. Equisetum also he went for greatly. He disliked 



