170 ICE-BOUND ON KOLGUEV 
At last, when things seemed at the worst, he suddenly 
rolled over on his back, smit by a sense of his own im- 
possibility, in the ridiculous way that puppies have, and 
was carried off in triumph. I timed this sleigh recrossing ; 
it took twelve minutes. Soon after we rose a little hill, and 
pitched. Then I went out with Hyland for a stroll. 
We were walking about thirty yards apart, along a 
high peaty ridge, when Hyland called out, ‘What's 
this bird, sir?’ It was a dotterel, and was sitting quietly 
close in front of him. Whether it had a nest or no we 
could not determine. It flew off with no deceptions. 
Then we circled round, and presently a second dotterel 
ran away, evidently off her nest, for she was shamming 
lame. We had no difficulty whatever in finding the nest. 
It contained four eggs. The dotterel which nests with 
us, though now few and locally, is a bird of very beautiful 
plumage, and the female is more strongly coloured than 
the male. It has for trivial name the ‘foolish’ dotterel, 
because once it was so easily taken in the nets. 
We did not touch the nest, as I wanted to scc some- 
thing more of the birds, but came in and had a capital 
meal of goose soup, black bread or ‘ rieska,’ and Samoyed 
‘tea.’ This is easily made by mixing up raw eggs with 
hot water. I cannot recommend it on other grounds. 
It is not equal to the best China tea. 
By the Pesanka to-day | found a charming little pink 
primula, and several other plants which will be found at 
the end. 
