I shouted 'Look out' with such emphasis that the man understood me and halted with his heavy boots about two inches above my face.

Clinging to the side ropes and watching my opportunity, I jumped at the right moment and happily hit the boat.
The Cossack jumped into the lap of a sailor and received a variety of epithets for his carelessness.

There are fourteen ways in the Russian language of calling a man a -- -- fool, and I think all of them were used.
[Illustration: ASCENDING THE BAY.] Wind and tide opposed each other and tossed us rather uncomfortably.
The waves breaking over the bow saturated the Cossack and sprinkled some of the sailors.

At the stern we managed to protect ourselves, though we caught occasionally a few drops of spray.

Wrapped in my overcoat and holding a bear-skin on my knees, I studied the summer night in that high northern latitude.