The Journal of a Sporting Nomad 



ward off their attacks. On the beach, where you 

 caught what breeze there was stirring, life was 

 more endurable, but Alaskan mosquitoes baffle 

 description I simply cannot do them justice. 

 When they disappear if they ever do their 

 place is taken by sandflies of sorts, the ordinary 

 tiny black and white one and a red one. These, 

 however, can be kept in some sort of bounds 

 by smothering one's skin with a concoction of 

 grease and penny-royal. 



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