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  The young Livonian, seeing the only being to whom she could look for help disappear, fell back again on her bench.

  Three minutes had not passed before Michael Strogoff reappeared, accompanied by the agent. In his hand he held his podorojna, which threw open the roads to Siberia for him. He again approached the young Livonian, and holding out his hand:

  “Sister,” said he.

  She understood. She rose as if some sudden inspiration prevented her from hesitating a moment “Sister,” repeated Michael Strogoff, “we are authorized to continue our journey to Irkutsk. Will you come?”

  “I will follow you, brother,” replied the girl, putting her hand into that of Michael Strogoff. And together they left the police station.

  CHAPTER VII.

  GOING DOWN THE VOLGA.

  A LITTLE before mid-day, the steamboat’s bell drew to the wharf on the Volga an unusually large concourse of people, for not only were those about to embark who had intended to go, but the many who were compelled to go contrary to their wishes. The boilers of the Caucasus were under full pressure; a slight smoke issued from its funnel, whilst the end of the escape-pipe and the lids of the valves were crowned with white vapour. It is needless to say that the police kept a close watch over the departure of the Caucasus, and showed themselves pitiless to those travellers who did not satisfactorily answer their questions.

  Numerous Cossacks came and went on the quay, ready to assist the agents, but they had not to interfere, as no one ventured to offer the slightest resistance to their orders. Exactly at the hour the last clang of the bell sounded, the warps were cast off, the powerful wheels of the steamboat began to beat the water, and the Caucasus passed rapidly between the two towns of which Nijni-Novgorod is composed.

  Michael Strogoff and the young Livonian had taken a passage on board the Caucasus. Their embarkation was made without any difficulty. As is known, the podorojna, drawn up in the name of Nicholas Korpanoff, authorized this merchant to be accompanied on his journey to Siberia. They appeared, therefore, to be a brother and sister travelling under the protection of the imperial police. Both, seated together at the stern, gazed at the receding town, so disturbed by the governor’s order. Michael had as yet said nothing to the girl, he had not even questioned her. He waited until she should speak to him, when that was necessary. She had been anxious to leave that town, in which, but for the providential intervention of this unexpected protector, she would have remained imprisoned. She said nothing, but her looks spoke her thanks.

  The Volga, the Rha of the ancients, is considered to be the largest river in all Europe, and is not less than four thousand versts in length. Its waters, rather unwholesome in its upper part, are improved at Nijni-Novgorod by those of the Oka, a rapid affluent, issuing from the central provinces of Russia.

  The system of Russian canals and rivers has been justly compared to a gigantic tree whose branches spread over every part of the empire. The Volga forms the trunk of this tree, and it has for roots seventy mouths opening into the Caspian Sea. It is navigable as far as Rjef, a town in the government of Tver, that is, along the greater part of its course.

  The steamboats plying between Perm and Nijni-Novgorod rapidly perform the three hundred and fifty versts which separate this town from the town of Kasan. It is true that these boats have only to descend the Volga, which adds nearly two miles of current per hour to their own speed; but on arriving at the confluence of the Kama, a little below Kasan, they are obliged to quit the Volga for the smaller river, up which they ascend to Perm. Powerful as were her machines, the Caucasus could not thus, after entering the Kama, make against the current more than sixteen versts an hour. Including an hour’s stoppage at Kasan, the voyage from Nijni-Novgorod to Perm would take from between sixty to sixty-two hours.

  The steamer was very well arranged, and the passengers, according to their condition or resources, occupied three distinct classes on board. Michael Strogoff had taken care to engage two first-class cabins, so that his young companion might retire into hers and be quiet whenever she liked.

  The Caucasus was loaded with passengers of every description. A number of Asiatic traders had thought it best to leave Nijni-Novgorod immediately. In that part of the steamer reserved for the first-class might be seen Armenians in long robes and a sort of mitre on their heads; Jews, known by their conical caps; rich Chinese in their traditional costume, a very wide blue, violet, or black robe, open at front and at the back, and covered by a second robe with wide sleeves, the cut of which recalls that of the popes; Turks, wearing the national turban; Hindoos, with square caps, and a simple string for a girdle, some of whom, more especially designated under the name of Shikarporis, hold in their hands all the traffic of Central Asia; and, lastly, Tartars, wearing boots, ornamented with many-coloured braid, and the breast a mass of embroidery. All these merchants had been obliged to pile up their numerous bales and chests in the hold and on the deck; and the transport of their baggage would cost them dear, for, according to the regulations, each person had only a right to twenty pounds’ weight.

  In the bows of the Caucasus were more numerous groups of passengers, not only foreigners, but also Russians, who were not forbidden by the order to go back to the towns in the province.

  There were mujiks with caps on their heads, and wearing checked shirts under their wide pelisses; peasants of the Volga, with blue trousers stuffed into their boots, rose-coloured cotton shirts, drawn in by a cord, felt caps; a few women, habited in flowery-patterned cotton dresses, gay-coloured aprons, and bright handkerchiefs on their heads. These were principally third-class passengers, who were, happily, not troubled by the prospect of a long return voyage. In short, this part of the deck was crowded. The cabin passengers did not venture among these mixed groups, whose place was marked beyond the paddle-boxes.

  In the meantime the Caucasus was rapidly plying her paddles between the banks of the Volga. She passed numerous boats being towed up the stream, carrying all sorts of merchandise to Nijni-Novgorod. Then passed rafts of wood, as long as those interminable masses of weed found in a part of the Atlantic known as the Sargasso Sea, and barges loaded up to the gunwale, and nearly sinking under water. A bootless voyage they were making, since the fair had been abruptly broken up at its outset.

  The waves caused by the steamer splashed on the banks, covered with flocks of wild duck, who flew away uttering deafening cries. A little farther, on the dry fields, bordered with alders, willows, and aspens, were scattered a few dark-red cows, flocks of brown-fleeced sheep, and herds of black and white pigs of all sizes. Fields, sown with thin buckwheat and rye, stretched away to a background of half-cultivated hills, but offering no remarkable prospect. The pencil of an artist in quest of some picturesque scene would have found nothing to reproduce in this monotonous landscape.

  The Caucasus had been steaming on for about two hours, when the young Livonian, addressing herself to Michael Strogoff, said:

  “Are you going to Irkutsk, brother?”

  “Yes, sister,” answered the young man. “We are both going the same way. Consequently, wherever I go, you shall go.”

  “To-morrow, brother, you shall know why I left the shores of the Baltic to go beyond the Ural Mountains.”

  “I ask you nothing, sister.”

  “You shall know all,” replied the girl, with a faint smile. “A sister should hide nothing from her brother. But I cannot today. . . . Fatigue and sorrow have broken me down.”

  “Will you go and rest in your cabin?” asked Michael.

  “Yes—yes; and to-morrow——”

  “Come then——”

  He hesitated to finish his sentence, as if he had wished to end it by the name of his companion, of which he was still ignorant.

  “Nadia,” said she, holding out her hand.

  “Come, Nadia,” answered Michael, “and make what use you like of your brother Nicholas Korpanoff.” And he led the girl to the cabin engaged for her off the saloon.

  Michael S
trogoff returned on deck, and eager for any news which might bear on his journey, he mingled in the groups of passengers, though without taking any part in the conversation. Should he by any chance be questioned, and obliged to reply, he would announce himself as the merchant Nicholas Korpanoff, going back to the frontier in the Caucasus, for he did not wish it to be suspected that a special permission authorized him to travel to Siberia.

  The foreigners in the steamer could evidently speak of nothing but the occurrences of the day, of the order and its consequences. These poor people, scarcely recovered from the fatigue of a journey across Central Asia, found themselves obliged to return, and if they did not give loud vent to their anger and despair, it was because they dared not. Fear, mingled with respect, restrained them. It was possible that inspectors of police, charged with watching the passengers, had secretly embarked on board the Caucasus, and it was just as well to keep silence; expulsion, after all, was a good deal preferable to imprisonment in a fortress. Therefore the men were either silent, or remarks were exchanged with so much caution that it was scarcely possible to get any useful information from them.

  Michael Strogoff thus could learn nothing here; but if mouths were often shut at his approach—for they did not know him—his ears were soon struck by the sound of one voice, which cared little whether it was heard or not.

  The man with the hearty voice spoke Russian, but with a foreign accent; and the other speaker answered him more reservedly in the same language, evidently, however, not his native tongue.

  “What,” said the first, “are you on board this boat, too, my dear fellow; you whom I met at the imperial fête in Moscow, and just caught a glimpse of at Nijni-Novgorod?”

  “Yes, it’s me,” answered the second drily.

  “Well, really, I didn’t expect to be so closely followed by you.”

  “Indeed! I am not following you sir; I am preceding you.”

  “Precede! precede! Let us march abreast, keeping step, like two soldiers on parade, and for the time, at least let us agree, if you will, that one shall not pass the other.”

  “On the contrary, I shall pass you.”

  “We shall see that, when we are on the theatre of war; but till then, why, let us be travelling companions. Later, we shall have both time and occasion to be rivals.”

  “Enemies.”

  “Enemies, if you like. There is a precision in your words, my dear fellow, which is particularly agreeable to me. One may always know what one has to look for, with you.”

  “What is the harm?”

  “No harm at all. So, in my turn, I will ask your permission to state our respective situations.”

  “State away.”

  “You are going to Perm—like me?”

  “Like you.”

  “And probably you will go from Perm to Ekaterenburg, since that is the best and safest route by which to cross the Ural Mountains?”

  “Probably.”

  “Once past the frontier, we shall be in Siberia, that is to say, in the midst of the invasion,”

  “We shall be there.”

  “Well! Then, and only then, will be the time to say, Each for himself, and God for——”

  “For me,”

  “For you, all by yourself! Very well! But since we have a week of neutral days before us, and since it is very certain that news will not shower down upon us on the way, let us be friends until we become rivals again.”

  “Enemies.”

  “Yes; that’s right, enemies. But till then, let us act together, and not try and ruin each other. All the same, I promise you to keep to myself all that I can see——”

  “And I, all that I can hear.”

  “Is that agreed?”

  “It is agreed.”

  “Your hand?”

  “Here it is.”

  And the hand of the first speaker, that is to say, five wide-open fingers, vigorously shook the two fingers coolly extended by the other.

  “By the bye,” said the first, “I was able this morning to telegraph the very words of the order to my cousin at seventeen minutes past ten.”

  “And I sent it to the Daily Telegraph at thirteen minutes past ten.”

  “Bravo, Mr. Blount!”

  “Very good, M. Jolivet.”

  “I will try and match that!”

  “It will be difficult.”

  “I can try, however.”

  So saying, the French correspondent familiarly saluted the Englishman, who bowed stiffly. The governor’s proclamation did not concern these two news-hunters, as they were neither Russians nor foreigners of Asiatic origin.

  They had set out, however, and being urged by the same instinct, had left Nijni-Novgorod together. It was natural that they should take the same means of transport, and that they should follow the same route to the Siberian steppes. Travelling companions, whether enemies or friends, they had a week to pass together before “the hunt would be open.” And then success to the most expert! Alcide Jolivet had made the first advances, and though Harry Blount had accepted them, he had done so coldly.

  That very day at dinner, however, the Frenchman, open as ever, and even too loquacious, the Englishman still silent and grave, were seen hobnobbing at the same table, drinking genuine Cliquot, at six roubles the bottle, made from the fresh sap of the birch-trees of the country.

  On hearing Alcide Jolivet and Harry Blount chatting away together, Michael Strogoff said to himself: “Those are inquisitive and indiscreet fellows whom I shall probably meet again on the way. It will be prudent for me to keep them at a distance.”

  The young Livonian did not come to dinner. She was asleep in her cabin, and Michael did not like to awaken her. It was evening before she reappeared on the deck of the Caucasus.

  The long twilight imparted a coolness to the atmosphere eagerly enjoyed by the passengers after the stifling heat of the day. As the evening advanced, the greater number never even thought of going back to the saloon and cabins. Stretched on the benches, they inhaled with delight the slight breeze caused by the speed of the steamer. At this time of year, and under this latitude, the sky scarcely darkened between sunset and dawn, and left the steersman light enough to guide his steamer among the numerous vessels going up or down the Volga.

  Between eleven and two, however, the moon being new, it was almost dark. Nearly all the passengers were then asleep on the deck, and the silence was disturbed only by the noise of the paddles striking the water at regular intervals. Anxiety kept Michael Strogoff awake. He walked up and down, but always in the stern of the steamer. Once, however, he happened to pass the engine-room. He then found himself, in the part reserved for second and third-class passengers.

  There, every one was lying asleep, not only on the benches, but also on the bales, packages, and even the deck itself. The men on watch above were standing about on the forecastle. Two lights, one green, the other red, hung over the starboard and port sides, and sent a few rays along the steamboat’s bulwarks.

  Some care was necessary not to tread on the sleepers, who were lying about everywhere. They were chiefly mujiks, accustomed to hard couches, and quite satisfied with the planks of the deck. But no doubt they would, all the same, have soundly abused the clumsy fellow who happened to rouse them with an accidental kick.

  Michael Strogoff took care, therefore, not to disturb any one. By going thus to the end of the boat, he had no other idea but that of striving against sleep by a rather longer walk.

  He reached the other part of the deck, and was already climbing the forecastle ladder, when he heard some one speaking near him. He stopped. The voices appeared to come from a group of passengers enveloped in cloaks and wraps, so that it was impossible to recognize them in the dark. But it sometimes happened that, when the steamer’s chimney sent forth a plume of ruddy flames amongst the volumes of smoke, the sparks seemed to fall amongst the group as though thousands of spangles had been suddenly illuminated. Michael was about to step up the ladder, when a few words reached his
ear, distinctly uttered in that strange tongue which he had heard during the night at the fair.

  Instinctively he stopped to listen. Protected by the shadow of the forecastle, he could not be perceived himself. As to seeing the passengers who were talking, that was impossible. He was obliged to confine himself to listening.

  The first words exchanged were of no importance—to him at least—but they allowed him to recognize the voices of the man and woman whom he had heard at Nijni-Novgorod. This, of course, made him redouble his attention. It was, indeed, not at all impossible that the Tsiganes, a scrap of whose conversation he had overheard, now banished with all their fellows, should be on board the Caucasus.

  And it was well for him that he listened, for he distinctly heard this question and answer made in the Tartar idiom:

  “It is said that a courier has set out from Moscow for Irkutsk.”

  “It is so said, Sangarre; but either this courier will arrive too late, or he will not arrive at all.”

  Michael Strogoff started involuntarily at this reply, which concerned him so directly. He tried to see if the man and woman who had just spoken were really those whom he suspected, but the shadow was too deep, and he could not succeed.

  In a few moments Michael Strogoff had regained the stern of the vessel without having been perceived, and, taking a seat by himself, he buried his face in his hands. It might have been supposed that he was asleep.

  He was not asleep, however, and did not even think of sleeping. He was reflecting on this, not without a lively apprehension:

  “Who is it knows of my departure, and who can have any interest in knowing it?”

  CHAPTER VIII.

  GOING UP THE KAMA.

  THE next day, the 18th of July, at twenty minutes to seven in the morning, the Caucasus reached the Kasan quay, seven versts from the town.

  Kasan is situated at the confluence of the Volga and Kasanka. It is an important chief town of the government, and a Greek archbishopric, as well as the seat of a university. The varied population consists of Tchermises, Mordvrans, Tchouvacks, Volsalks, Vizoulitchaks, and Tartars, the last-named race more especially preserving the Asiatic character.