TO THE HOLY HILLS 325 
We crossed the Pugrinoy river, 21 versts from the gulf 
and 3 versts from its source. Soon after this we came 
to Honorohur mountain, which the Russians call Lodka 
(the boat), for that is the appearance it presents to them 
when seen from the Pugrinoy mouth, where their boats 
sometimes lie. 
I walked to the top; it is about 100 feet high, and 
had a fine view over the surrounding country. Away to 
the west were the Gobista mountains, and shining in 
the sunlight to the south was the great lake Promoine, 
looking as if only a mile or two away. 
Here I found a lovely delphinium (D. eZatum): identical, 
it seems, with the old-fashioned blue one of our gardens. 
Some were dark violet, some were blue ; some with more, 
some with less white in the eye. So that which I had 
always supposed a gardener’s creation is really a natural 
feature. 
An hour later we had reached the mountain So- 
wandeyi. Here was a really remarkable view down 
into a water-formed crater. But no rock was visible, 
only landslips of sand. A peregrine falcon was flying 
round here and crying. 
We left at noon, going south-west, and dropped down 
and down till we reached the Gobista river running west. 
Three versts from this we reached the Kriva lake. I 
looked at this with much interest, as the source of the 
Kriva river, the stream by which Powys and I had first 
landed on June 16th. But the lake was not beautiful in 
