182 ICE-BOUND ON KOLGUEV 
the musquitoes began to be troublesome in the marshes. 
I found it impossible to escape them till I walked down 
the bed of a little stream between walls of snow. Here 
I sketched a very big sandstone boulder. It was quite 
circular, and was just nine feet across. But it lay in 
three pieces, cracked right across the lines of formation 
by the expansive force of ice. 
Then I went and lay down by a lake. Had it not 
been for the musquitoes it would have been most 
pleasant there. The black-breasted dunlins were run- 
