TO THE HOLY HILLS 331 
that ‘his name was Uano, and mine was “ Ahnglia,” and 
a fox’s name was Tchuornia, and a bird’s Tierrtekoh, 
and this Heinibchur; and if everything had the same 
name, how cou/d any one tell whether you were a man 
or a bird!’ 
August 28th.—This day, too, is worth recording. 
It was very wild and rainy, and my second ther- 
mometer was broken by swinging against the tent. So 
good-bye to all my records. Also it took me three- 
quarters of an hour to light the fire for breakfast, and 
when it was lit, fine sand blew into the pot and made 
things gritty. 
Alexander, after having lent me a team for the 
Pugrinoy, determined to go too. So I made young On 
Tipa, who was there, drive me, for I had found it hard 
to use my surveying instruments and write my records 
when I had to look after a team. 
He proved himself not only conceited, but what was 
worse, a conceited fool. For, although I warned him 
that the tide was up, he drove clean into the river, and 
not only soaked himself but me, my gun, and everything 
I had. 
After seeing the country I felt that dirty Shabla had 
been kind in his warning about the creeks. For there 
were many places we could really not have crossed on 
foot. 
We crossed the Pugrinoy about four versts from its 
