The search was continued. They examined the houses on the shore, abandoned like all the rest of Krasnoiarsk. They had merely to push open the doors and enter. The cottages were evidently those of poor people, and quite empty. Nicholas visited one, Nadia entered another, and even Michael went here and there and felt about, hoping to light upon some article that might be useful. Nicholas and the girl had each fruitlessly rummaged these cottages and were about to give up the search, when they heard themselves called. Both ran to the bank and saw Michael standing on the threshold of a door. “Come!” he exclaimed. Nicholas and Nadia went towards him and followed him into the cottage. “What are these?” asked Michael, touching several objects piled up in a corner. “They are leathern bottles,” answered Nicholas. “Are they full?” “Yes, full of koumyss. We have found them very opportunely to renew our provisions!” “Koumyss” is a drink made of mare’s or camel’s milk, and is very sustaining, and even intoxicating; so that Nicholas and his companions could not but congratulate themselves on the discovery. “Save one,” said Michael, “but empty the others.” “Directly, little father.” “These will help us to cross the Yenisei.” “And the raft?” “Will be the kibitka itself, which is light enough to float. Besides, we will sustain it, as well as the horse, with these bottles.” “Well thought of, little father,” exclaimed Nicholas, “and by God’s help we will get safely over... though perhaps not in a straight line, for the current is very rapid!” “What does that matter?” replied Michael. “Let us get across first, and we shall soon find out the road to Irkutsk on the other side of the river.” “To work, then,” said Nicholas, beginning to empty the bottles. One full of koumyss was reserved, and the rest, with the air carefully fastened in, were used to form a floating apparatus. Two bottles were fastened to the horse’s sides to support it in the water. Two others were attached to the shafts to keep them on a level with the body of the machine, thus transformed into a raft. This work was soon finished. “You will not be afraid, Nadia?” asked Michael. “No, brother,” answered the girl. “And you, friend?” “I?” cried Nicholas. “I am now going to have one of my dreams realized--that of sailing in a cart.” At the spot where they were now standing, the bank sloped, and was suitable for the launching of the kibitka. The horse drew it into the water, and they were soon both floating. As to Serko, he was swimming bravely.