Our Little Cossack Cousin in SiberiaPostnikov, Fedor Alexis
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Our Little Cossack Cousin in Siberia
Postnikov, Fedor Alexis
Children -- Russia (Federation) -- Siberia -- Juvenile literature
When I reached home, I found mother in a very nervous state of mind.
Some one had spread the report of our trip across the border, and in
her anxiety she imagined all sorts of terrible things to be happening
to us.
No sooner did she see me than she put down my baby sister, who had
fallen asleep in her arms, and embraced me. A moment after she still
further relieved her wrought up feelings by giving me a sound whipping,
and still later, after I had washed myself and had had my dinner, both
she and my older sister listened with many questions to very minute
particulars of our little adventure.
FOOTNOTES:
[Footnote 1: More properly Kozak or Kazak.]
[Footnote 2: In the spring of 1857, a regiment of three sotnias of
Cossacks from the Transbaikal region were chosen by lot to settle with
their families along the Amur River. Here they were divided into small
villages or _stanitsas_ (Cossack posts) about fifteen miles apart. The
land was then for the most part a wilderness. There were forests to be
cleared and marshes to be drained. In addition to doing this pioneer
work the Cossacks had to defend the frontier toward China and provide
postal communications between the Amur and the section from which they
had come.--THE EDITOR.]
[Footnote 3: Members of organized bands of Chinese robbers.]
[Footnote 4: Northern Chinese for "Hello."]
[Footnote 5: Not good.]
CHAPTER II
THE FIRST DEER OF THE SEASON
It was April. Winter was over, but the sun had not yet had time to melt
the ice in our part of the river when the alarm was given that the
Ussuri had broken loose a hundred miles above us and was rushing toward
our village at tremendous speed.
This news was brought by an officer who had been sent to give orders
that the river be dynamited at once to remove the ice blockade.
I was awakened that night by a terrible noise resembling hundreds
of guns shot in rapid succession. My first impression was that the
officer and his assistants were blowing up the ice, but I soon learned
differently.
When I had dressed and come out, I could see that it was caused
entirely by the breaking of the ice. All the village, including babes
in arms, were already on the banks. It was not light enough to see
the whole picture, but in the half darkness the moving white field
of ice blocks resembled now a herd of mysterious animals, fighting
among themselves, jumping on one another, and roaring, as they rushed
headlong toward the north, or then again more like spirits driven from
paradise, and making their way into the unknown with cries and wails,
in desperate panic and fear.
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