310 ICE-BOUND ON KOLGUEV 
August 18th.—‘ This has been a day.’ 
I was sitting at the tent-door at five this evening, 
making a sketch of pi-liuh, the reindeer fly, and his 
larva, when suddenly away on the tundra rose a most 
extraordinary yelling. It gathered force as it came on, 
and lo! it was Uano come back from Scharok. 
He was ‘half-seas over’ now, and had evidently been 
right across the ocean. 
‘My Russmann come,’ he screamed at the top of his 
voice, and again ‘My Russmann,’ and a hundred times 
the same burden, till at last he pulled up and tumbled 
off the sleigh, quite helpless. 
They helped him into the choom, where he soon 
recovered, and volubly gave an account of his visit. I 
could hear it all going on, but had not the spirit to go 
in; it was so depressing to see our kind old friend come 
to this pass. Now and then he would shout for me, but 
I would not go. At last he came stumbling across to 
my tent, and plopped down in the entrance. 
‘My Russmann,’ he says between crying and laughing. 
‘Uano’s Russman come Scharok! My Russman very 
good! yes, yes. My Russman say, “I wish Hylum 
and Ahnglia, no, two Ahnglia—here—tea, sugar, tobacco, 
yes, I give all.” My good Russman! yes, yes.’ 
‘Two Ahnglia’ (two England) showed that the Russian 
had tried to explain. to him who we were. 
But he was. such a nuisance that I made his wife 
come down and drag him off. 
