The Cable Game: The Adventures of an American Press-Boat in Turkish Waters During the Russian RevolutionWashburn, Stanley
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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 I had listened to all the evidence of the shipping men that
morning, I really felt very apprehensive about our chances on the Black
Sea trip, and it seemed to me that the least I could do was to tell
Morris what I had been told, and give him the option of avoiding the
risk if the adventure was not to his liking. So I told him that I had
been talking over the Black Sea proposition with some shipping people.
“It seems it is a pretty bad place,” I said, “and these fellows here
are willing to lay bets that we won’t get back to Constantinople. What
do you think about it?”
“All right! Fine business,” he replied with a grin, not in the least
perturbed. I thought I would put it in plain words, so I said:
“The fact is, Morris, two large steamers have been sunk within ten
days, trying to get into the Bosphorus, and they do say here that
the _France_ is too small for December seas, and in a word, that
we will never get to Odessa anyway, much less ever come back to
Constantinople.” This sobered Morris a little, and he stopped grinning.
“I don’t want to urge you to go,” I continued. “I have told you all I
know about the situation. Personally, I don’t think it is as bad as
they say, but, as a matter of fact, I do think we take a pretty big
risk, and if you have any particular reasons for wanting to get home,
you want to think about it now. I can give you your wages to date and
your fare to Kansas City. Now it’s up to you. What do you want to do?”
He walked to the window and looked out for perhaps a minute. Then he
came back.
“What are you going to do?” he said.
“My hand is forced,” I replied. “I have wired my paper that I leave
to-night. I am going anyway.”
“All right,” said Morris. “If you go, I go.”
“That settles it,” I replied. “Pack up and have everything aboard by
six o’clock to-night.”
That afternoon I paid Pandermaly his due and went aboard the _France_
for what was to prove the most strenuous two weeks in my experience.
CHAPTER V
_We Sail Out into the Black Sea in the Salvage Steamer
France and for Sixty-five Hours Shake Dice with Death_
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