8 ICE-BOUND ON KOLGUEV 
number of these birds. A very large proportion of 
them were males, for of course their ducks were sitting. 
Among them were a few changing plumage, but most 
were still white on the rump. 
June 6th,—Early on the following morning we were 
passing Hitteren Island, where the red deer are. And 
—skipping a good deal about lights, positions, and 
entrances, which would not interest every one—it may be 
enough to say that in rather more than half-an-hour from 
the Varnsen Fjord, which we had crossed at 3.40, we 
came to Roérvik on the Vigtens, which the tourists know. 
Knutsen said this was a capital place for salmon; and 
indeed we saw many nets set and setting—the eiders 
swimming like tame ducks all about among the people at 
work. So we slowed the engines while I spun in the 
current where it set off the rocks. But nothing would 
tempt them—neither a spoon, nor a fish, nor a spinning- 
devil. We were obliged to keep the screw just going, 
and this, though very slow and gentle, possibly scared 
the fish. I think a salmon is not like a pike in this way ; 
he thinks before he commits himself. 
And here besides the eiders, which, as evening came, 
strung out into long lines and made away, there were 
many Arctic terns. 
I hardly went to sleep that night—it was all so pretty. 
I sat and sketched it. 
Just below Rérvik is that curious lump of rock called 
