The Siberian Overland Route from Peking to Petersburg,: Through the Deserts and Steppes of Mongolia, Tartary, &c.Michie, Alexander
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The Siberian Overland Route from Peking to Petersburg,: Through the Deserts and Steppes of Mongolia, Tartary, &c.
Michie, Alexander
China -- Description and travel; Siberia (Russia) -- Description and travel
Old Barnaul could not get horses, so we left him behind. He managed
to hire private horses for one stage, and came up to us at the next
station.
The roads were good, but yemschiks sulky, and we were driven along
at a snail's pace. When drink money was asked for, we upbraided the
yemschik for his contumacy. He appealed to the "regulations," which
only authorise a speed of eight versts per hour. We had nothing to
object to this. But as the yemschik defended himself by the strict
letter of the law, we could avail ourselves of it also, and there
was nothing about drink money in the "regulations."
The wind had fortunately subsided, but the cold was intense. The
country west of Krasnoyarsk continued very bare. The crisp snow
made travelling easy, and later in the day we managed to mend our
pace, making good way during the night, and arriving early on the
following morning at the town of Achinsk, 166 versts, or 110 miles,
from Krasnoyarsk. There are two pretty churches in Achinsk, and
the houses are rather handsome for a small town of two or three
thousand inhabitants. It is situated near the river Chulim, which
trends westward and joins the Ob. Achinsk is the last town of the
government of Yenisei, and also stands on the boundary line between
eastern and western Siberia.
The country is more woody near Achinsk, and game of various kinds is
abundant. We here for the first time tasted the _ryabchik_, a bird
something between a pheasant and a partridge in size and in flavour.
While at Achinsk we were bluntly told we could not cross the Chulim,
owing to the quantity of floating ice. The river is one verst and
a-half from the town. The postmaster offered to drive us there, but
said we should have to come back, unless we chose to encamp on the
bank of the river. When we did get there, we succeeded, after a long
debate, in inducing the boatmen to ferry us over. But for a full
hour they stoutly refused to take the tarantass. The large boats had
been laid aside, and smaller and more handy craft, better fitted for
threading their way through thick blocks of ice, were being used.
With patience, however, we gained our point, and got tarantass and
all across the river, though not without considerable difficulty and
danger.
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