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dog creep up with a half-scared, snorting sniff; but 

 what with the strange smell and the sudden hidden blow, 

 he probably concluded it was the devil, and troubled me 

 no more. 



All was still, or would have been but for the reiterated 

 views of Mrs. Uano, who chid her lord for snorino-. And 

 indeed it came as a trumpet-note across the twenty yards 

 or so that lay between me and them. But at last I slept. 



July 18//2. — Instead of the drear north wind of yester- 

 day we had a keen wind from the east, but it was dis- 

 tinctly warmer. The rain had tailed off into a dripping- 

 fog, and I woke up very glad of the boat, for outside all 

 was soaking. 



A Samoyed keeps much the same hours as the editor 

 of a daily paper. When I went out at 10.30 a.m. not a 

 single soul was mo vino-. 



The cramps were gone, and I never felt fitter in my 

 life. I ate my goose, and then, when the fire was lit, 

 followed it up with hot water. 



For the fire was lit at last, and all the camp sprang 

 into activity. 



I received various calls, and beoan to find out who 

 was who. 



Old Yelisei came — the father of the island, he said he 

 was, and seventy years old, with a fifty years' residence 

 on Kolouev, or on ' Awh.' 



I do not know how to write the native name for 



