Our lost explorers : the narrative of the Jeannette Arctic Expedition as related by the survivors, and in the records and last journals of Lieutenant De Long . s, and hadbagged a few of these beautiful birds, whicli- were in theirwhite winter plumage, feathered from beak to toe. Then we started with a new pilot (Kapucan), a youngman who lived with Spiridon. Old Wassili was quite ex-hausted, and he showed us his left elbow, where he hada severe gunshot wound, not yet healed. Caranie and Theo-dore still accompanied us, and the former proved to be abetter pilot than the latter. We worked very har
Our lost explorers : the narrative of the Jeannette Arctic Expedition as related by the survivors, and in the records and last journals of Lieutenant De Long . s, and hadbagged a few of these beautiful birds, whicli- were in theirwhite winter plumage, feathered from beak to toe. Then we started with a new pilot (Kapucan), a youngman who lived with Spiridon. Old Wassili was quite ex-hausted, and he showed us his left elbow, where he hada severe gunshot wound, not yet healed. Caranie and Theo-dore still accompanied us, and the former proved to be abetter pilot than the latter. We worked very hard that dayuntil eight P. M., the men pulling all the time in one-hourtricks. I had the helm and Bartlett the sounding-pole. Wecamped for the night in a palotka, and when we got underway again next morning only four of us were able to loadthe boat and get her off the beach. During the previous three days Leach and Lauderback hadbeen working manfully at the oars whenever their turn came,although their limbs were in such a condition that they couldnot stand, and they had to be assisted to and from the and Bartlett were in a similar CHAPTER XX. LIEUTENANT DANENHOWERS NARRATIVE. (continued.) ABOUT noon we reached the village of Geemovialocke(which we afterwards found to be on Cape Bykoff-sky), where we were received cordially by about twelve men,women, and children. Melville and I were taken to the houseof a certain Nicolai Sliagra, who was the chief. A few minutes later in dashed a slight young man whomwe at once saw was a Russian, and I thought he was aCossack. His name was Efim Kopiloff, a Russian exile wholived in this village, and he proved very useful to uslater on. At this time he could say Bravo! which hethought meant good, and that was the only word we had incommon; but in less than two weeks he taught me so muchRussian that I could make myself fully understood to him ina mixture of Russian and Tunguse. We stayed at Nicolaisall night, and his wife
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