Northern Lands; Or, Young America in Russia and PrussiaOptic, Oliver
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Northern Lands; Or, Young America in Russia and Prussia
Optic, Oliver
Prussia (Germany) -- Description and travel -- Juvenile fiction; Russia -- Description and travel -- Juvenile fiction
A canal extends through the ground, as a protection against fire,
and no smoking is allowed in the streets, on penalty of twenty-five
rubles, and the rule is enforced by the Cossacks on duty. Under the
streets there is a system of sewers for the draining of the land and
the carrying off of refuse matter. A stream of water is made to flow
through them several times a day, to remove the deposits there. In
the streets there are, at regular intervals, small white towers over
staircases to descend into the sewers, where are small apartments for
men, in which alone they are allowed to smoke. These improvements have
cost large sums of money, and the merchants are taxed to the amount of
forty thousand dollars a year to pay the expenses.
The tourists drove through the principal avenues of the deserted
grounds, and the doctor told them what he had seen there during his
former visit when the fair was held. During the ride De Forrest and
Beckwith were not much interested in the sights to be seen, or in the
descriptions of the surgeon. They realized that the explanation of
their absence was not accepted by the surgeon, and probably would not
be better received by the principal.
"We have made a mess of it," said Beckwith. "I didn't believe in the
scrape at all."
"You wouldn't have come with me, if you had not," replied the purser.
"We haven't been to Kazan, or down the Volga, and we haven't even seen
Moscow, as the rest of the fellows have."
"We are going there to-night."
"Yes; but we leave in two or three hours after we arrive. We shall go
on board at Cronstadt, and not be allowed any liberty again. That's all
we shall make by running away."
"Perhaps not. You may go back to the ship, but I shall not," replied De
Forrest, doggedly.
"What will you do?"
"I told you what I wouldn't do, and that is just the same as telling
you what I will do. As you seem to be dissatisfied with what you have
done, you can do as you please," growled the purser.
"I don't think we have made anything so far by the course we have
taken," added Beckwith.
"Of course we haven't; we were tripped up."
"We may be tripped up again. These Russian policemen don't make
anything of stopping a fellow."
"We ran right into a trap here in Nijni. The doctor and his party got
here before we did, and were looking for us. We shall do well enough if
we take another track."
"But where do you mean to go?"
"If you are going to back out, I won't say anything about it."
"I'm not going to back out. I will go with you to the end of the earth."
"All right. That sounds like something. We will go right through from
Moscow to Warsaw. You know that German _Cours-Buch_ we found at the
hotel yesterday?"
"Yes; but I couldn't make anything of it."
"I laid out a route, and wrote it down on a piece of paper."
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