NOMADS 175 
On one small lake were three black-throated divers, 
of which we shot one. Sailor retrieved it, though it 
pecked viciously at him all the time. While we were 
standing there and shooting, two more of this species flew 
over and dropped into the pool, which was not more 
than sixty yards across. Each time that one of these 
birds came to the top it barked and yelped so exactly 
like a dog that at first I was completely taken in, be- 
lieving that Sailor suffered correction at Hyland’s hands 
for doing something wrong. 
This lake was very pretty. There was a steep bank 
on the farther side which was many feet deep in snow. 
It hung over the water so that we could not go that way ; 
but where we stood was only marsh, and all ablaze with 
marsh marigold. 
To-day Uano produced three fox’s skins. One pure 
white, one red, and one blue. They had all been taken 
in the winter-time. 
In the evening we played some games of draughts 
with old Uano. 
I had noticed that the table off which we fed was 
scored with cross-lines, and worked in a chequered 
pattern, and this evening Uano explained that it was for 
the game ‘hardranger, which after all was only 
draughts, with variations. They used for the pieces 
the Russian words ‘kiesler’ and ‘dama,’ and from 
the Russians perhaps they had the game. For draughts- 
men we used little stones, which came out of a skin bag. 
