266 THE LAST VOYAGE OF THE KARLUK 
they had received, and before I realized it I found 
myself a helpless invalid, forced to accept Mr. 
Caraieff’s kind hospitality. 
My host had a Russian servant by the name of 
Koshimuroff, who was most assiduous in his efforts 
to restore my legs to their normal condition, mas¬ 
saging them faithfully at Mr. Caraieff’s direction. 
He filled a large pork-barrel about half full of 
warm water and I took the first bath I had had 
since I left Shipwreck Camp. He also cut my 
hair, what there was left of it; the constant use of 
the hood had literally worn much of it off the top of 
my head; several months elapsed before it grew 
out again. I also shaved, and when I saw myself 
in the looking-glass, after shaving and having my 
hair cut, I hardly recognized myself. 
My stay here was made pleasant by the oppor¬ 
tunity I had, when my eyes became more nearly 
normal, to read the magazines which Mr. Charles 
Carpendale, an Australian-born trader, with a sta¬ 
tion at the same place as Mr. Caraieff’s, brought 
me. These had been sent across from Nome the 
previous summer and were not what might be de¬ 
scribed in the language of the train-boy as “all the 
latest magazines,” but they were a pleasure to me, 
just the same, as they are to all the traders who are 
scattered up and down the Siberian coast. 
The third day after my arrival I was sitting 
