Exiles -- Russia (Federation) -- Siberia -- Fiction; Prisons -- Russia (Federation) -- Siberia -- Fiction
In his capacity of doctor, pending the arrival of a successor to the
late official, Paul had access to the prisons, and he questioned all
newcomers cautiously for news. But in this the utmost care was
necessary, for his position was utterly irregular and in flagrant
contravention of all official rules. It was dependent on the caprice
of a man who had every reason to regard him as an obstacle in his
path. It was only the general fear of a further outbreak of the
terrible prison scourge, which permitted him to exercise his
profession at all. For typhus is no respecter of uniforms, and when
once it got loose there was no knowing where it would stop.
Colonel Zazarin dropped in occasionally to see if Madame Palma was
sickening of life at Kara; the gendarmes called at least once every
day, as they did at the house of every out-prisoner, to see that they
were still there; and of friendlier visitors she had no lack.
But at times Hope Palma's heart grew so weary of this shadowed
waiting, that she came to feel, at last, that news of any kind, even
the worst, would be better than no news at all.
CHAPTER XVI
HOW THEY SAT SIDE BY SIDE WITH A GULF BETWEEN
One day, as winter was drawing towards the spring, Pavlof received a
customary order to inspect a convoy of newly-arrived prisoners.
Since the epidemic of the previous year the officials had exercised
unusual precautions, more with a view, however, to their own safety
than from any special care for the rest. These entailed no
expenditure of money and little trouble for themselves. Each convoy
as it arrived was carefully inspected, for life in the _étapes_ was
an inducement to disease. To one who had passed through those
hotbeds of vice and infection himself, it seemed a miracle that any
could possibly come through uncontaminated.
The authorities at St. Petersburg--busy just then with more important
matters--had taken no slightest notice of the Governor's request for
a successor to the late medical officer. So Pavlof, in the exercise
of his duties, subjected every arrival, male and female, to careful
examination, and promptly isolated every suspicious case. With a
view to the utilisation of waste material, they were tended in
hospital by female prisoners of some standing, under the distant but
arbitrary oversight of Cossack sentries, whose natural density led
them at times to interfere between nurses and patients when neither
had dreamt for a moment of overstepping the most rigid disciplinary
bounds. But they were, for the most part, dull-witted, low-browed,
bullet-headed fellows, whose narrow understandings were capable of
little beyond the fact that these were prisoners and they their
warders. Coarse-grained by nature, their feelings had become
pachyderm through constant contact with suffering humanity, and their
highest aspirations might safely have been packed into a glass of
vodka.
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