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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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el if we were to makeour old Pesanka camp. All went wrell till we reached the Baroshika, and herewe came to an enforced delay. For the river had risenbadly and was very deep. We tied the reindeers headsto the sleighs and tried the river with the toorr. It waseverywhere unpromising. At last we could delay nolonger, but determined to cross at our old ford wherethe water would not be higher above the normal thantwo feet. So we sluno- our belono-ino-.s round our necks, andstanding on the sleighs, prepared to cross. I doubt notthis sounds simple enough. It was not. It was easierfor the Samoyed in his seal-skin boots. But to standon a small, slippery, moving sleigh in nailed boots, withwater rushing round your feet, is hard. The drop fromthe bank into the water is the first trial, and thebumpings, risings and sinkings of the sleigh over thesandy shallows are worse. However, we did get overwith water up to our knees, and we crossed withoutother mishap than a broken sleigh. For somehow my 212
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$ ►J < X THE GOOSING 213 bar snapped, but Verrmyah, splitting a thong with hisaxe and fitting it in, contrived to jam the tenon up. We had much the same difficulty with the Peinmurriver, but rose at last the south side of the plateau, onthe northern edge of which we had lain in Pesankacamp. And here we came almost at once upon a verydifferent and unlooked-for scene. It might almost havebeen Derby Day in a corner of Epsom Downs. I looked in vain for Uanos choom. Instead of it Ifound a rough semicircle of gaily-coloured gypsy tents,blue, red and double-coloured, and not a single SamoyedI knew. Men, women, and children were scattered all about,busy as bees as usual; but they were all new faces. Where is my choom ? I asked Verrmyah, who hadtold me by the way that they had a beautiful place for me. 1 There is no choom ; it is a tent; returned Verrmyah,and roared with laughter when I looked surprised. With that he leads me to a little tent, and pointing atme, simply says, Pud-drr — y

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