. Travels of a naturalist in northern Europe, Norway, 1871, Archangel, 1872, Petchora, 1875 . f game. We bought theyoung birds, or youngish, as Nicholai calls them, in his harbour English, but none of the others. We engagedVassili at a rouble a day as long so we remain is evidently a good locality for small birds. Nicholai killed a nice Pike in the river with a stone,and shot a male Bullfinch of the large race. For the rest of the day, all of us—including Carl—wereoccupied skinning, and we added 25 to our previous listof 135 before six oclock. At we started for Lake Ijma,
. Travels of a naturalist in northern Europe, Norway, 1871, Archangel, 1872, Petchora, 1875 . f game. We bought theyoung birds, or youngish, as Nicholai calls them, in his harbour English, but none of the others. We engagedVassili at a rouble a day as long so we remain is evidently a good locality for small birds. Nicholai killed a nice Pike in the river with a stone,and shot a male Bullfinch of the large race. For the rest of the day, all of us—including Carl—wereoccupied skinning, and we added 25 to our previous listof 135 before six oclock. At we started for Lake Ijma, a distance ofeight versts, through great forest much frequented byBears. Soon after we started I shot a young Hare. Wewalked very fast all the way, doing the eight versts—equivalent to six miles English—in an hour and a half. When close to the lake, where there is a small villageinhabited by members of a religious sect called OldBelievers (see Hepworth Dixons Free Eussia ),Piottuch pointing forward in a state of great excitementsaid, Plus fit, monsieur, plus vit! And Carl, who was. ARCHANGEL i6i just behind him said, a bear. Piottuch was nowrapidly loading his rifle, but just as I was popping inball-cartridges Piottuch said, Non, non, cest un cheval,and we had a rare laugh over our first adventure with abear. The brown hide of the horse seen through thebushes ahead in the uncertain midnight light mightcertainly have been taken by any one for any large wildanimal; but Alston and I confessed to a feeling of thank-fulness that the mistake was made by an experiencedbear-hunter—as Piottuch undoubtedly is—and not byeither of ourselves. Otherwise we should never haveheard the last of it at the club during our stay in Arch-angel. The dogs—Plutka and Beilka, , black andwhite—which were on ahead of us, were quite uncon-cerned, and just as Carl said bear, I certainly feltdoubtful when I saw the dogs so indifferent, as the nightbreeze was blowing directly in our faces.
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