Chace © Bak Dd 
THE MAINLAND 
Septentber 19th.—When I came on deck this morning 
I found the wind high and a driving snowstorm raging. 
We were just opposite to Timanskii Schar. We were 
far in advance of the Michae/, but, dropping sail, we 
waited for her. When within hailing distance they 
wisely determined not to attempt the Schar, but ran on 
some forty versts to the Kolokolkova (bell-shaped) gulf. 
We ran in here with fourteen feet of water over the bar, 
and after going aground and getting off again with the 
help of long poles, we dropped anchor. Nineteen hours 
and half since leaving Kolguev. 
These long poles, divided into quarter ‘arsheen’ (seven- 
inch) measurements, are called ‘pomorrna.’ Many of 
them were on board. They are used for punting, and 
have at the top a button which is pressed against the 
chest. 
A fine white whale rose right under the gunwale. 
We celebrated our arrival by drinking vodki to the 
toast called ‘Sprebuteum,’ which always celebrates a 
voyage accomplished. Then they said I had great 
wisdom. I understood all weather, and but for me they 
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