The interior is entered by a low door, and I found it floored with two sticks of wood and a mud puddle.

One could reach the top by climbing a sloping pole notched like an American fence-post.

The pilot resides at the foot of the bluff, and is expected to visit this beacon daily.

A cannon, old enough to have served at Pultawa, stands near the light-house, in a condition of utter helplessness.
The houses were furnished quite primitively.

Beds were of bearskins and blankets, and the floor was the only bedstead.