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for they could use their knives with the upward stroke, 
and I did not dare for fear of losing my nose. 
Even the dogs accepted me, and that I thought the 
ultimate test. They were quite quiet now when I walked 
about the camp. Probably I had begun to smell more 
‘ Samoyedy ’—homelier by now. 
We had a good deal of fun before we turned in. But 
this will be a good place for saying something about the 
baby—‘ adski,’ as they always called it. 
Baby—it was Katrina’s—lived in the normal way in a 
drift-wood case like a lidless box with rounded ends. 
Into this was . first put 
a layer of reindeer skin ; 
then came a layer of dried 
sphagnum or water-moss, 
and then came baby, with 
its arms by its side. After 
baby was another layer 
of reindeer skin, then a quilt or sheet of coloured 
cotton. Then round this were passed brass chains and 
straps to tie the whole together; and there you had a 
compound organism the nucleus of which was baby. 
So, like an Indian’s papoose, the whole structure was 
carried about, and when the child was jumped about or 
nursed the whole apparatus shared in the movement. 
Baby, of course, could not move while in the pupa 
stage, so to say, and was only liberated at rare intervals. 
Then it was extracted—a curious chocolate-coloured 
