138 ICE-BOUND ON KOLGUEV 
for they were visitors at the choom. Niab-kutni’s hair 
was short and curly. We had no other curly heads on 
Kolguev. 
Mrs. Uano, as I must call her to distinguish her from 
her daughter, made bread very skilfully. 
She wetted the pounded flour with water, and then 
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INSIDE OF CHOOM 
quite spoilt its taste by mixing it with some old dough by 
way of leaven. Then, having made a good big pudding, 
with a rapid movement of her finger she ran it down 
both sides of a long flat stick, so that the stick carried 
the loaf. Finally she spun her fingers up the edges once 
more to thin them out and make a pretty pattern, and 
