208 ICE-BOUND ON KOLGUEV 
The waiter began the day’s undertakings, and we had 
to follow. He was out from under my chin at an early 
hour and away exploring. He walked up and down me 
for quite a while, but left that presently by the bridge— 
my face and head—and so reached the big tin case, 
which was a finer promenade. Here he marched up 
and down for a little while like a captain on the quarter- 
deck, cocking his head on one side in a very comical way. 
While considering how he could cross to Hyland he 
ventured too near the edge of the cliff and dropped right 
into a ravine between the tin case and the biscuit-box. 
I drew him out of that after many attempts, and started 
him again. This time he attacked Hyland, as ravens 
attack a dead body, going for the eyes. But Hyland 
was only sleeping: till this woke him up. And when 
we rose the waiter became a serious question, for if 
there was a place where it seemed you could tread with 
safety he was sure to sit down there. So then I caught 
him and penned him up. Many times I penned him 
and in many ways, but always he came out at a run. 
Then Hyland said he would build a proper pen.. And 
he made one that even defeated the waiter. For fixing 
a circle of reindeer horns, he covered them with slabs of 
moss which curled inwards at the top. 
While this was preparing the waiter came out walking 
with me, and betrayed a great liking for the green heads 
of cotton grass, which he nipped of neatly just below the 
bud. Equisetum also he went for greatly. He disliked 
