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green island on another lake, and I shot one of the birds 

 as it came flying towards me. The other bird returned 

 to the island, and a Buffon's Skua made a dash at it as it 

 apparently hurried to its nest. 



June 26. 



We arrived at Stanavoialachta on the morning of 

 Saturday, the 26th of June. The wind having been 

 strong against us we were obliged to seek shelter for our 

 boat for the night at the mouth of another small river, 

 where there was a party of fishermen encamped. Our 

 men had to track our clumsy boat most of the distance 

 against wind and tide, two men on shore with a line 

 attached to the mast, and the other two assisting by 

 poling at the stem and stern. 



We found the houses at Stanavoialachta in a most 

 ruinous condition, the floor of the largest being covered 

 with mould and damp and a huge pile of snow. 



We occupied most of the forenoon repairing and 

 making habitable two others, Piottuch choosing the old 

 bath-house, and soon raising the temperature by setting 

 the stove a-going, and we re-roofing and filling up holes 

 and windows with the aid of nails and planks torn off 

 the other houses. 



Our chamber was still cold, but, as usual, I preferred to 

 sleep in it to being smothered in Piottuch's close bath- 

 house. Seebohm preferred the hotter room. 



I strolled out in the evening, the wind north, high and 

 cold. We identified two nests of Meadow Pipits, 

 shooting the bird off one nest and catching the bird on 

 the other. 



Seebohm explored the coast-line, a steeply-sloping 

 earth-bank, hacked and ragged and worn by the stream- 

 lets of snow-water seeking the lower level of the river. 

 Here he found an eyrie of the Peregrine Falcon, and the 



