Siberia (Russia); Siberia (Russia) -- Description and travel
The narrow aisle was so piled with cases and bags of merchandise and
personal effects, that it was almost impossible to get in or out of
the car. And there were battles royal at every station, as one mob
tried to get out while the other mob fought its way inside. There were
many Chinese, peddling with packs, carrying salt, tea, sugar and such
necessities, and selling them at exorbitant prices. Instead of sugar,
there was also a cheap, highly-colored candy, used to sweeten tea--and
give it most outlandish flavors.
These speculating Chinese were most rude and insolent to the Siberians.
I saw a pair of them drive a woman and her two children from a seat,
and leave them standing, in order to get the seat for themselves. A
young Cossack officer hove them out bodily, but they ran after the
train and rescued their baggage. They who had been so overbearing with
a helpless woman, gave a fine exhibition of cringing when they in turn
found themselves in the presence of a strong and ruthless personality.
The provodnik distributed candles as darkness came on, and we rattled
along through the night at about ten miles an hour, slowing down
discreetly to cross temporary bridges, which had been built where the
Bolshevists, as they fled before the Allies, had blown out the original
structures.
The candles increased the richness of our air-mixture, and as they
burned low and guttered smoking tallow over bare feet of sleepers,
the odor of the salmon-roe, cached in tin cans about the car, almost
lost its lusty pervasiveness. I awoke at about midnight, and though
the candles were still glimmering faintly and producing a nut-flavored
smoke, the salmon-roe still held its own, and asserted its presence
unmistakably.
The cause of my waking was a burly Chinese, who mistaking me for a
peasant as I lay on my shelf rolled in my blankets, took the liberty
of heaving several of his heavy boxes in upon me, in an attempt to
discourage me from occupying so much space. My reading of Darwin made
me realize that it was a case of the survival of the fittest. I felt
particularly fit, and when that Chinese had eliminated himself from
the car, along with his baggage, I went back to sleep. I forgot in the
meantime the necessity for maintaining cordial international relations
with China, and made it a purely personal matter.
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