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heads he worked out of old knife-blades, old files, and 
bone. These points are not barbed. The whipping of 
the feathers and heads was partly of sinew-thread, partly 
of split quill. Kallina took a great fancy to my butcher's 
knife. 
‘Very good knife, yes, yes. My knife now; Kallina 
knife, he said. These people have a sudden light- 
hearted final way of appropriating your property just as 
children have. 
‘No, Kallina, my knife.’ 
‘Oh!’ said Kallina so sorrowfully, and with such a 
world of disappointment in his voice, that I could not 
choose but say, ‘Yes, yes; when my ship comes, then 
Kallina knife.’ 
You should just have seen his delight. He stroked 
the knife, and ran his fingers deftly along the edge; he 
came and shook me by the hand to seal the compact ; 
the knife was already his, and he was skinning his seals 
by anticipation. 
When I went for a long walk in the evening with old 
Sailor, I found the yellow Tromsé viola out (V. dzfora), 
and that geum or water-avens (G. vzvale) which grows on 
our Hampshire water meadows, and is so common on 
the Solovetskii Islands. But the common Artemzsza, 
which was in bud a fortnight and more ago, was not yet 
out in flower. 
All the Yelisei family were hard at work preparing 
geese for the barrels. It was a fair sub-division of 
