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Natives Fixing the Skeleton of a Skin Boat 



denly felt a cool blast on my back. I knew then what was to come, and 

 sure enough, upon looking round, I saw the ice-fog again coming, rolling 

 like white smoke over the flats, and in less time than a quarter of an hour 

 I could not see a hundred steps ahead of me. Fortunately this quarter of an 

 hour was sufficient for me to pick out my route. Before the fog had swept 

 over the hills I managed to mount a little hummock from where I saw a long 

 narrow bay of the sea only about two miles to the westward. As the way 

 to this bay was easy to find even through the thickest fog, and as I figured out 

 that on the beach there would be driftwood enough for a good' fire when I 

 was through, I had no fear for the cold and rainy weather to come and did 



Tundra. Arctic Coast. (At Kolintscheu Bay) 



