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when, as the governor of Archangel had said, the gun- 
boat would be going on its first trip to Novaya Zemblya, 
and could set me ashore on Kolguev. 
But it was pleasant here, and I was loth to go. 
Philipo was quite a good-looking fellow, with a frank 
laugh that caught me much. Athletic and well-built he 
was also, if you except the bowed legs which nearly all 
these people have. Philipo was his Russian name; his 
proper name was Verr-my-ah, just as Uano’s was 
Siins-koh. 
They skinned a dog to-day. 
A young reindeer (not the little one) had died last 
night. They didn’t in the least know the cause of death, 
and yet they let it lie about until all the dogs had gorged 
themselves upon it. Asa consequence of this there was 
an epidemic of swelled throats, all the dogs looking as if 
they had mumps, and had them badly. And one, Huilka, 
died. You remember Huilka, the old women’s pet, how 
handsome I said he was, and how he bit Hyland’s leg. 
I never had reason to dislike him myself, but was relieved 
when he was taken from us, for he and Hyland had 
never made it up. He was a wonderful catcher of birds. 
I saw to-day many red-necked phalaropes, a pair of 
scaups, and several long-tailed ducks in the pools. All 
the male long-tailed ducks had lost their tails. 
July 9.—To-day, with a south-west and warm wind 
(the thermometer in the tent at 10 A.M. stood at 50’), 
