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ment; such a stupid old dance, round and round, with 
great lifting of the arms. 
They could not whistle,t and envied us very much this 
accomplishment. The girls used to practise it by them- 
selves, till Anka at last became a very tolerable whistler, 
and would whistle incessantly as she drove her sleigh. 
Then they would know whether in our country we had 
chooms or huts. And when I told them no chooms, 
only huts, they thought that was a very bad plan. For 
they remembered how we had explained that we lay 
down without any cover on our way from the Gusina. 
And they said if we had no movable house at home, 
then, when we could not get home by night, we must 
sleep on the ground, which was not good. 
We got to bed at 4.30 a.m. A dripping fog had come 
on, but my quarters were fairly dry, for most of the wet 
had been caught by the sail. The camp did not wake 
till eleven o'clock. I was out a little earlier and prow- 
ling round. Particularly I was interested in three little 
blue foxes in the Yeliseis’ camp. 
It was the hottest day we had experienced. Even 
the dogs were beat by it. They puffed and panted, and, 
sprawling all about, refused to budge. 
Poor old Pasco nearly succumbed under the combined 
attack of her six puppies. Here is her picture taken on 
the spot. Pasco was a very pretty bitch, with long 
brown fur and a lovely brush, but her puppies were of 
" Yet they had a word for whistling. They called it ‘Shu-ga-ring-on.’ 
