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ICE-BOUND ON KOLGUEV 



levels, and a river winding- through. It was curious to 

 find one's-self alone with these two old people, away on 

 so desolate a spot. 



When I returned from my walk they were bringing in 

 the reindeer. Mrs. Marrk was really a remarkable old 

 woman. She and her old man managed a herd of 300 

 reindeer every bit as well as we could have done with all 



our hands in Pesanka 

 camp. The old lady 

 was a miracle. She 

 did all the business 

 of the adliurs, gallop- 

 ing round with the 

 dogs, and jumping on 

 and off her sleigh 

 like a young thing. 

 Here is a picture of 

 her taken on the 

 spot, as she sat in 

 Alexander's hut with 

 a pooziri bottle in her 

 hand. These pooziri bottles are glass globes, which 

 the Scandinavian fishermen use as floats for their nets. 

 They are picked up on the Kolguev coast, and then 

 serve the purpose of vodki bottles. 



Marrk's Niasminta cut up rusty just after we had left, 

 and the old man was all but hurled over a precipice, 

 sleigh and all. 



