168 A SUMMER ON THE YENESEI 



inhabitants use nothing else, either for building or 

 burning. 



On 4th July, when the Turukhansh returned to the 

 south, we said good-bye to Michael Petrovitch, and we 

 did so with all the more regret that it was uncertain 

 whether we should meet him again before we started 

 for England. When Michael Petrovitch went to 

 Krasnoyarsk, he wore his town clothes. Instead of 

 the characteristic fur cap, black velvet coat, and 

 sapakgi,^ which he wore at Golchika, he cropped his 

 hair and put on a bow tie, cheap yellow boots, and a 

 bowler hat which was many sizes too small for him. 

 He fancied himself immensely in these clothes, and was 

 quite hurt that we should prefer his former suit. 



After the Turukhansk had sailed away beyond 

 the misty, quivering horizon, Golchika settled down 

 seriously for the fishing season. Work went on, day 

 and night alike — in fact, there is no night in Golchika 

 during the summer. Everybody ate and slept when 

 it pleased him, but the usual hour for going to bed 

 was 3 a.m., and consequently, as a rule, nobody stirred 

 before midday. These hours were most inconvenient 

 to a photographer, for although the sun was shining 

 for every hour out of the twenty-four, yet when he 

 was low on the horizon the quality of the light was 

 not nearly so good as when he was higher in the sky, 

 but that was the time when most of the pictures had 

 to be made. The people seemed to come out like 

 rabbits when the best of the day was over, and worked 

 until the following morning. There was no standard 



^ Long boots. 



