CHAPTER I 
DAYS IN CAMP 
August 1st.—The month opened miserably, for a per- 
fect hurricane raged, accompanied by torrents of rain. 
We indeed managed to get the tent up with all hands 
at the work, and extra guy-ropes to keep it standing. 
Even so I had to prop it up from within, the wind 
pressure was so tremendous. 
No one ventured out; our whole time was taken up in 
fighting the wind and water. 
This went on till five in the evening, when in a lull 
of the storm out we crept like half-drowned rats, to shoot 
with bows and arrows, and throw the di-zha at a mark. 
Samoyed bows are very interesting. Like every other 
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