CHAPTER I 



DAYS IN CAMP 



August ist. — The month opened miserably, for a per- 

 fect hurricane raged, accompanied by torrents of rain. 

 We indeed managed to get the tent up with all hands 

 at the work, and extra guy-ropes to keep it standing. 

 Even so I had to prop it up from within, the wind 

 pressure was so tremendous. 



No one ventured out ; our whole time was taken up in 

 fiohtino- the wind and water. 



This went on till five in the evening, when in a lull 

 of the storm out we crept like half-drowned rats, to shoot 

 with bows and arrows, and throw the di-zha at a mark. 



Samoyed bows are very interesting. Like every other 



