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dog creep up with a half-scared, snorting sniff; but 
what with the strange smell and the sudden hidden blow, 
he probably concluded it was the devil, and troubled me 
no more. 
All was still, or would have been but for the reiterated 
views of Mrs. Uano, who chid her lord for snoring. And 
indeed it came as a trumpet-note across the twenty yards 
or so that lay between me and them. But at last I slept. 
July 18th.—Instead of the drear north wind of yester- 
day we had a keen wind from the east, but it was dis- 
tinctly warmer. The rain had tailed off into a dripping 
fog, and I woke up very glad of the boat, for outside all 
was soaking. 
A Samoyed keeps much the same hours as the editor 
of a daily paper. When I went out at 10.30 A.M. nota 
single soul was moving. 
The cramps were gone, and I never felt fitter in my 
life. I ate my goose, and then, when the fire was lit, 
followed it up with hot water. 
For the fire was lit at last, and all the camp sprang 
into activity. 
I received various calls, and began to find out who 
was who. 
Old Yelisei came—the father of the island, he said he 
was, and seventy years old, with a fifty years’ residence 
on Kolguev, or on ‘ Awh,.’ 
I do not. know how to write the native name for 
