Ice-bound on Kolguev : a chapter in the exploration of Arctic Europe to which is added a record of the natural history of the island . fot the head-dress. I had notcourage enough for the task. It seemed like asking- alady to hand over her diamonds. The Uano family were used to my ways, but new-comers like the Yeliseis never got over the feelingagainst being sketched. Onaska too hated it, and oncewhen catching him asleep on the ground I had succeededin doing a rapid study of his face, Mekolka woke himup, and told him. He was mad. He jumped up, andran round and round in a circle, which worked of
Ice-bound on Kolguev : a chapter in the exploration of Arctic Europe to which is added a record of the natural history of the island . fot the head-dress. I had notcourage enough for the task. It seemed like asking- alady to hand over her diamonds. The Uano family were used to my ways, but new-comers like the Yeliseis never got over the feelingagainst being sketched. Onaska too hated it, and oncewhen catching him asleep on the ground I had succeededin doing a rapid study of his face, Mekolka woke himup, and told him. He was mad. He jumped up, andran round and round in a circle, which worked off theevil influence in some way, I suppose. And the sketchof the camp which I give here was done under greatdifficulties. For always I had a reporter looking overmy shoulder, and no sooner did they suspect that I wasdrawing one or the other than the word went forth, andthe subject dived behind the first screen that offered. I dabbled about in the river Tinyan to-day, andwould have caught a little fish, for I ran him on tothe shallows, but dear old Sailor got so excited aboutit that he mudded all the water at the critical £ < < a a 2 o PL, s u ooo aO PiO u ii I i J\W/l £5 5 DAYS IN CAMP 285 I caught one of them later. It is something like ourbullhead, and the Samoyeds call it har-miir-gai-ly-i. The cloudberry fruit is now developing. It is greenat present, and tightly wrapped up in the calyx. Sunday, August ^th.—A wonderfully clear day. Allthe Samoyeds and Hyland went down to the sea mean-ing to catch geese. I remained in camp, for I hadmuch flower-pressing and other work to do. They lefteight dogs in camp, who never stopped yelling the wholetime. Old Sailor nearly brought down his doom has no teeth ; but there is something in his Enolishorowl — a rollinsf bass—which answers as well. Nomatter what dog, however fierce or big, comes up withthe intention of eating Sailor, as soon as he. Sailor,stiffens his back and speaks the enemy incontinentlydraw
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