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bellowing. Marrk had foolishly left two teams un- 
watched. In each of these was a bull with clean horns, 
and suddenly they began fighting. And before we 
could intervene there was a fine muddle. The two 
teams were all entangled up in a most perplexing manner. 
This would not do. So we had to throw three of the 
bulls, and saw off their horns. 
Marrk and Kallina threw the bulls, and by a very bad 
device, as’I thought. First of all the fore-legs were tied 
together, and then Kallina, taking the thong, pulled the 
fore-legs forward, while old Marrk hauled away at the 
near hind-leg. The bull did fall at last, but not before 
he had scrambled about all over the place. I explained 
how much better was our plan of bringing all four feet 
together, but they didn’t see it. 
Such a saw as it was too—home-made and villainous. 
I really think Kallina must have been half-an-hour in 
sawing through two horns, while I held the beast’s head 
down. 
The Marrks’ evening meal was a very fair sample of 
our feeding under the catering of the Russians. We had 
five courses: 1. Tea, cloudberries and kallatch. 2. 
Raw, bad salt-fish. 3. Roast ribs of reindeer (very 
good). 4. Boiled, bad salt-fish. 5. Boiled reindeer and 
black bread. 
August 27th.—\ had a lovely walk very early up the 
Pugrinoy. The morning was one continuous sunny 
