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heads he worked out of old knife-blades, old files, and 

 bone. These points are not barbed. The whipping of 

 the feathers and heads was partly of sinew-thread, partly 

 of split quill. Kallina took a great fancy to my butcher's 

 knife. 



' Very good knife, yes, yes. My knife now ; Kallina 

 knife,' he said. These people have a sudden light- 

 hearted final way of appropriating your property just as 

 children have. 



' No, Kallina, my knife.' 



' Oh ! ' said Kallina so sorrowfully, and with such a 

 world of disappointment in his voice, that I could not 

 choose but say, ' Yes, yes ; when my ship comes, then 

 Kallina knife.' 



You should just have seen his delight. He stroked 

 the knife, and ran his fingers deftly along the edge ; he 

 came and shook me by the hand to seal the compact ; 

 the knife was already his, and he was skinning his seals 

 by anticipation. 



When I went for a lono- walk in the eveninq- with old 

 Sailor, I found the yellow Tromso viola out ( V. bijlora), 

 and that geum or water-avens (G. rivale) which grows on 

 our Hampshire water meadows, and is so common on 

 the Solovetskii Islands. But the common Artemisia, 

 which was in bud a fortnight and more ago, was not yet 

 out in flower. 



All the Yelisei family were hard at work preparing 

 geese for the barrels. It was a fair sub-division of 



