154 ICE-BOUND ON KOLGUEV 
of sneezing, as one might call the hissing breathing. 
noise it makes. 
July 2nd.—We slept a bit, and at midnight turned 
out, caught up the reindeer, stowed the tent, made a 
fine fire, and cooked breakfast, and by 4 a.m. were 
ready to start. 
Then I wrote a note to Powys, telling him of our 
change of plan, and that we were going to Scharok. 
I put it with the former note, and buried the tin again 
below Father Nicholas’ cross. The Samoyeds could 
not make much of this ceremony, but the Prophet read 
the inscription aloud, at which they all looked grave 
and pondering, but had to give it up, and grunting 
came away. 
