Directly behind the Exchange he had found a large open space, fenced
round with iron railing, which, while keeping out man, offered
everywhere a door of welcome to rats. Here, protected by nothing but
tarpaulin, was collected a quantity of goods, both those which had been
imported into Russia, and those with which she paid back from her own
productions the contributions of the world.
"Oh, the mountains of tallow which I saw there!" exclaimed Whiskerandos,
executing a somerset in the air, in the excess of his admiration and
delight.
"There may well be mountains, brother," observed Wisky, "since, besides
the quantities which she uses herself, Russia is said to export every
year about _two hundred and fifty millions of pounds_ of tallow, of
which above one half is shipped from St. Petersburg."
"Two hundred and fifty millions!" I exclaimed, almost breathless with
amazement, "why, surely that is enough to light up the whole world, and
feast every rat that is in it! I would give anything to see the place
where such glorious mountains are to be found?"
"Trust yourself with me to-morrow night, and I will guide you to the
place," said Whiskerandos.
Now commenced a conflict in my mind, caution pulling me one way,
curiosity the other, while a discussion took place between my comrades,
Wisky backing caution, Whiskerandos curiosity,-- and the English rat won
the day.
So that night off we two scampered together, and without accident or
adventure reached the space at the back of the Exchange. Truly I was in
a world of wonders! I actually revelled in everything that can charm the
palate or the nose of a rat! Here was the division for Russian
imports,-- various and curious were they. There were chests of tea from
China, coffee from Arabia, sugar from the West Indies, and English
cotton goods, bales on bales piled up to a marvellous height. There
was a quantity of tobacco, heaps of cheese, spices of all sorts and
kinds. Now we came upon the odour of cinnamon or cloves; then the strong
perfume of musk betrayed an importation from India.
No wonder that the hours passed unheeded while we lingered in this
wonderful place! We passed on to the portion of the area devoted to
Russian exports, and here we were, if possible, still more delighted!
All the articles which Bright-eyes had mentioned as coming from Russia
were here; we were bewildered amongst heaps of furs, piles of leather,
barrels of tallow, and prodigious quantities of corn! Morn was breaking,
indeed, but we could not tear ourselves away, till the sounds of life,
and the signs of motion around us, alarmed me with the idea that it was
too late to retreat.
"Let's bury ourselves in this corn-sack," cried I, "we can sleep here
very well during the day, and recommence our explorations after dark."
Whiskerandos acceded to my proposition. Quiet we kept, very quiet.
Noisier the world seemed to grow, till at length voices were heard so
alarmingly near, that I crouched closer to my companion in terror!
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