324 ICE-BOUND ON KOLGUEV 
levels, and a river winding through. It was curious to 
find one’s-self alone with these two old people, away on 
so desolate a spot. 
When I returned from my walk they were bringing in 
the reindeer. Mrs. Marrk was really a remarkable old 
woman. She and her old man managed a herd of 300 
reindeer every bit as well as we could have done with all 
our hands in Pesanka 
camp. The old lady 
was a miracle. She 
did all the business 
of the adliurs, gallop- 
ing round with the 
dogs, and jumping on 
and off her sleigh 
like a young thing. 
Here is a picture of 
her taken on_ the 
spot, as she sat in 
Alexander’s hut with 
a pooziri bottle in her 
hand. These pooziri bottles are glass globes, which 
the Scandinavian fishermen use as floats for their nets. 
They are picked up on the Kolguev coast, and then 
serve the purpose of vodki bottles. 
Marrk’s Niasminta cut up rusty just after we had left, 
and the old man was all but hurled over a precipice, 
sleigh and all. 
