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dred miles as the crow flies. He told me that there 
was a white man at Koliuchin Bay and that Mr. 
Caraieff, who was a brother of the one I had met 
at Cape North, had a fur-trading station at East 
Cape. 
The deer man was an honorable man as well as 
a trustful one. With the exception of a razor and 
a pickaxe which I gave him before we left, he re¬ 
ceived nothing but a promise made him in sign 
language, yet he let us have one of his best dogs. 
I asked the native who lived in the other aranga if 
he would not go with us as far as Koliuchin Bay. 
He replied that he could not leave his family for 
so long a journey, because they would probably get 
nothing to eat. I was sorry for this, but I had been 
so warmly welcomed here that I wanted to show 
my appreciation, so I gave him a tin of oil to use 
with the Primus stove that he had, for which he 
had had no oil for a long time. 
I tried to write down the name of the native to 
whom I owed the cartridges but it defied spelling; 
even the experts in phonetic spelling would, I 
think, have had trouble with it. Later on, how¬ 
ever, when I reached Koliuchin Bay I told Mr. 
Olsen, the American trader whom I found there, 
about the arrangement I had made and he easily 
identified the man. I am glad to say that I have 
