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
Once beyond the forest they were in an undulating country, the hills
sometimes rising to a considerable height. Occasionally they saw in the
distance encampments of natives, with sheep, cattle, and horses in
considerable numbers. They kept clear of these, although occasionally
they had to make wide detours to do so. Time was no object to them, and
they made but short journeys, for the Russian, who had never been
accustomed to walk long distances, had blistered both his feet badly on
the first night's journey, and the subsequent travelling had added to
the inflammation. On the fourth evening they halted for the night on a
little rivulet, after making only five or six miles.
"It is no use, Alexis," Godfrey said; "we must stop here until your feet
are quite well. We shall gain by it rather than lose, for when you are
quite right again we could do our five-and-twenty or thirty miles a day
easily, and might do forty at a push; but your feet will never get well
if you go on walking, and it makes your journey a perfect penance; so I
vote we establish ourselves here for three or four days. There is water
and wood, and I dare say I shall be able to shoot something--at any rate
you can't go on as you are now."
"It is horribly annoying," Alexis said, "to be knocked up like this just
at the start."
"But it makes no difference," Godfrey urged. "We are not due at Pekin on
any given day. It is very pleasant out here, where one can enjoy one's
freedom and exult that there is no policeman or Cossack watching every
movement. It would make no difference to me if we stopped here for a
month. Now let me pull those boots off for you, then you can sit with
your feet in this little pool."
"Warm water would be better, Godfrey. If you will get the kettle to boil
I will dip my two flannel shirts in and wrap them round and keep on at
that. That will be better than cold water."
"All right! I will soon get a fire alight. By Jove, they are bad!" he
exclaimed, as Alexis pulled off his stocking. "They must have been
hurting you desperately. Why did you not say how bad they were two days
ago? We might as well have stopped then as now."
"I hoped they would have got better when I put on these big boots
instead of those I started with. But I did not think they were as bad as
they are. I am afraid this is going to be a troublesome business,
Godfrey."
"Well, it can't be helped," Godfrey said cheerfully. "At any rate, don't
worry on my account."
The Russian's feet were indeed greatly swollen and inflamed. The skin
had been rubbed off in several places, and the wounds had an angry look,
their edges being a fiery red, which extended for some distance round
them.
"Well, you have plenty of pluck, Alexis, or you never could have gone on
walking with such feet as those. I am sure I could not have done so."
"We thought over most difficulties, Godfrey, that we might possibly have
to encounter, but not of this."
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