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worn out "polog" we borrowed from one of the men, as the "Poorga" was now at its height.  The next day, it continued with such fury, that we could not make a fire, so were obliged to go without eating until 3 O'clock AM Wednesday morning, when it subsided a little [[left margin]] (30) [[/left margin]] and we made tea and boiled some meat for breakfast.

After breakfast we pushed on, taking a northern course over the hills, expecting to strike, either the Myan, or one of its tributaries, as none of us knew anything of the route before us, the storm began to rage again, but the wind, fortunately, had changed to the South, so that we had it against our backs, accompanied by a fall of wet snow, which made it hard travelling for the dogs.

After going 10 versts we struck quite a large tributary of the Myan, which, I have since learned, Lieut Kennon called the Return River. It was near this stream we found the Kosaks, I believe.

These reindeer Kosaks are an entirely different class of people from the settled Kosaks on the Peujinsk Gulf. They are very generous and hospitable, and will be of great service, in the future,