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Title: 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
Year: 1895 (1890s)
Authors: Trevor-Battye, Aubyn Bernard Rochfort
Subjects: Natural history -- Arctic regions Kolgujef (Russia) Polar regions
Publisher: Westminster : A. Constable
Contributing Library: Robarts - University of Toronto
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long creek. Here hethought he saw some geese with young, but could notcome within shot of them. On comparing notes this evening we both found thatour hands, which had been so much swollen upon ourwalk, were now shrunk to that extent. The skin seemedalmost dead, and was so shrivelled and loose that I cancompare its appearance to nothing better than a bakedapple. Also, we had lost all feeling in our finger-tips,except a numbed sensation like pins and needles. Thiscurious state I could only account for on the suppositionthat it was due to an abnormal condition of the nerveterminals from excessive exertions. Sunday, Jtily i$tk.—The ice all day boomed likecannons, and was moving up, so that we began to havegood hope that the Saxon would be able to come roundall right. The sun was very hot at mid-day, and the thermometerrose to 70° in the tent. All day long great flocks of king eider, long-tailedducks, and dunlins were crossing the sands. For thefirst time we had musquitoes in the tent.
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X o Q O <Xu INSCHAROKCAMP 207 The glaucous gulls had left the huts ; they only camenow at rare intervals. On this day something happened to my inside. I hadgone up the long creek with old Sailor, and lay down forsome time watching some grey plover. When I rosesome pinch took hold of me which pretty well doubledme up, so that I could but just succeed in crawlinghome. It seemed to me that we wanted vegetables. So weopened a jam-pot which we had been treasuring againsta famine time. The jam said it was strawberry, thoughit seemed like glue. But we ate it, and then I turned inat 11.30 p.m., while Hyland went up to the big lake totry for a duck. He had better luck than that, returning with a coupleof white-fronted geese, and a little living young one.This youngster, he said, dived splendidly, but none theless Sailor caught it alive, going clean under after it. Our gosling had a way of standing straight up on end,but with his breast puffed out, very consequential, exactlyrecalling a city

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