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could accomplish if our young people were mobilized to perform some socially useful tasks during summer vacation!

The ride along Angara lake to Lake Baikal proper was both swift and interesting. The hills on both sides were covered with forest with an oc- casional saw mill or other building studded along the road which ran parallel. Then the water suddenly widened and we had entered Baikal itself. We went down the shore about five miles and pulled into the dock of a small village and resort. We went to the Baikal museum where we discovered that more than just the world's largest lake, it was also a biological repository. There are several hundred plants, animals and fish in the area which are found nowhere else in the world. Apparently they were sort of isolated in the area when the surrounding country became wrapped in ice. Among the most interesting is a fresh water seal that looks almost exactly like his marine cousins but lives in the fresh waters of the lake over a thousand miles from salt water.

After doing the museum we had lunch at a nearby restaurant after which we had an hour or so to walk around. There was a small dock there at which a Soviet vessel was tied up. Apparently it was one of the vessels that patrolled the lake. Anyway I walked out beside it and a sailor aboard said something to me in Russian. I, of course, said "Nyet Russky, Americansky" and walked on to the end. On the way back I waved to him and started to go on when he called out "Une moment, Madam!" I waited and he scurried below decks to emerge in a minute or so with a piece of paper about 30 inches long and six or eight inches wide. He proudly held it up for me to read and I about fell off the dock. It said, "War Against Waste - U.S. Environmental Protection Agency, Washington, D.C." How that bumper sticker found itself deep inside Soviet Russia would be interesting to find out. I laughed and waved to him, said "spasebo" (thank you) and "das vedanya" (goodbye) and went on to rejoin the rest. Soon we boarded a bus to return to Irkutsk by road through the endless Siberian tundra. They'll never lack for wood over there.

I got the guide to let me off downtown with instructions as to how to get back to the hotel. I wanted to find some milk which was unavail- able at the hotel. They pack it in paper tetrahedrons which hold a half a liter (about a pint) which I had first discovered in Moscow. I walked around a bit and finally found a dairy products store and went in. I stood in line at the cashiers desk, pointed to what I wanted and held up two fingers for two packages, paid her and got the receipt and then went over and stood in line at the counter to get the milk. I then

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