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bellowing-. Marrk had foolishly left two teams un- 

 watched. In each of these was a bull with clean horns, 

 and suddenly they began fighting-. And before we 

 could intervene there was a fine muddle. The two 

 teams were all entangled up in a most perplexing manner. 

 This would not do. So we had to throw three of the 

 bulls, and saw off their horns. 



Marrk and Kallina threw the bulls, and by a very bad 

 device, as I thought. First of all the fore-legs were tied 

 together, and then Kallina, taking the thong, pulled the 

 fore-legs forward, while old Marrk hauled away at the 

 near hind-leg - . The bull did fall at last, but not before 

 he had scrambled about all over the place. I explained 

 how much better was our plan of bringing all four feet 

 together, but they didn't see it. 



Such a saw as it was too — home-made and villainous. 

 I really think Kallina must have been half-an-hour in 

 sawing- through two horns, while I held the beast's head 

 down. 



The Marrks' evening meal was a very fair sample of 

 our feeding under the catering of the Russians. We had 

 five courses : 1. Tea, cloudberries and kallatch. 2. 

 Raw, bad salt- fish. 3. Roast ribs of reindeer (very 

 good). 4. Boiled, bad salt-fish. 5. Boiled reindeer and 

 black bread. 



August 2jt/L — I had a lovely walk very early up the 

 Pugrinoy. The morning was one continuous sunny 



