The Cable Game: The Adventures of an American Press-Boat in Turkish Waters During the Russian RevolutionWashburn, Stanley
History
The Cable Game: The Adventures of an American Press-Boat in Turkish Waters During the Russian Revolution
Washburn, Stanley
Black Sea -- Description and travel; Russia -- History -- Nicholas II, 1894-1917
After their rough night at sea mingled with fear and seasickness my
passengers were as eager to disembark as we all were to get rid of
them, and even before we anchored they were crowded at the gangway
waiting to land. But alas! We had reckoned without our host! The
rat-eyed governor saw a chance to display his authority. When I went
ashore to arrange for relieving myself of the refugees he promptly
replied that it could not be done. After an involved argument which
accomplished nothing I appealed to the acting consul who lived on the
bluff and accompanied by him and the missionary who lived in town,
we made another assault on the potentate who was giving himself such
airs. Finally he agreed to go out to the _France_ and look over my
importations. All of these negotiations had taken time and the refugees
had become restless and anxious as to their fate and when they saw the
governor’s boat with armed soldiers coming out toward them a panic
seized them, or at least some of them, which I thought curious at the
time, but saw a possible reason for before the day was over.
With as much dignity as though he had been the Sultan himself our
dirty visitor climbed over the side and demanded that the men from
the Caucasus be placed in line before him and show their passports.
He evidently thought that he had me there, and that none would be
forthcoming, for his face fell visibly when each and every one of the
trembling wretches produced the frayed and filthy rags of paper from
mysterious pockets in their garments. Some underling that belonged to
the governor inspected the first passport and a long debate in Turkish
ensued between the officials. The governor’s countenance brightened
perceptibly and with great dignity he spoke to the consul and then
turned around and glared at me, no doubt feeling my lack of reverence
for his august person.
“What does he say?” I asked the consul impatiently, for I was anxious
to be off.
“He says,” replied the consul, with just the shade of a deprecating
smile, “that inasmuch as these passports have not been properly viséd
in Batuum, it will be quite impossible for him to allow them to land
here. You should have had the Turkish representative there inspect and
countersign all these papers.”
I was certainly indignant.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Elsewhere in the archive
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account