Condemned as a Nihilist: A Story of Escape from SiberiaHenty, G. A. (George Alfred)
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Condemned as a Nihilist: A Story of Escape from Siberia
Henty, G. A. (George Alfred)
Escapes -- Fiction; Russia -- History -- Alexander II, 1855-1881 -- Fiction; Siberia (Russia) -- Fiction
"I know that by keeping on the same way we were going past the last
land, we shall strike the coast again on the other side of this bay. I
think it is twenty or thirty miles across. I can tell the way by the
wind in the first place, and in the second place by the position of the
sun. You see it is over my right shoulder at present; there is the mark
of my shadow on the side. I have got to keep it about there, making some
allowance for the change in the position of the sun."
Luka understood this. "But suppose the wind was to change?" he said.
"I should know it by the position of the sun. You see at present it
comes nearly due south, and is blowing almost straight towards the sun;
but if it were very cloudy, or at night when I could not see the sun, I
should not be able to tell. Then after holding on till I felt sure that
we were well past the mouth of this bay, I should put her about on the
other tack, and should be sure to come upon the land sooner or later.
Anyhow, even in the darkest night we should know if the wind had gone
round to the north, as it would be so much colder. Besides, there is
never a great shift of wind like that without knowing it; the one wind
is sure to drop, and there would be something like a dead calm before
the other set in. Anyhow, with a bright sun and a steady wind like this
we cannot go wrong, and you will see land ahead in seven or eight
hours."
It was less than six hours when Godfrey saw the low land ahead, and they
were presently coasting along it again with the wind free, for they were
now running but little to the west of north. Thirty miles farther there
was another break in the coast.
"That was a first-rate map I made the tracing from," Godfrey said; "the
coast-line is most accurately marked. Now we have another run of about
the same distance as the last, then there is about fifty miles almost
due north, then we shall be round this other Cape."
They made the passage safely across, although it took them longer than
the first, for the wind dropped lighter, and they had both to use their
paddles.
"We have just done it in time, Luka, and that is all. If we had been
half an hour later there would be nothing for it but to anchor. Look at
that white cloud on the water; that is a fog; we are only just in time.
I am heading for that cove. Paddle hard, Luka, or it will be on us now
before we get there."
They had just entered the cove, which was forty or fifty feet wide, and
ran as many yards into the land, when the fog rolled over them.
"It is like a wet blanket," Godfrey said; "it is thirty or forty degrees
colder than it was a minute back. Paddle very slowly and carefully now,
Luka, and dip your paddle deeply in. I want to go as far up this creek
as I can; but I don't want to run ashore."
Very gently they paddled on until Godfrey felt the ground at a depth of
about three feet. "That will do nicely," he said. "Now I will drop the
anchor over."
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