Travels in Kamtschatka, during the years 1787 and 1788, Volume 2Lesseps, Jean-Baptiste-Barthélemy, baron de
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Travels in Kamtschatka, during the years 1787 and 1788, Volume 2
Lesseps, Jean-Baptiste-Barthélemy, baron de
Kamchatka Peninsula (Russia) -- Description and travel
I reminded them of my promise, and persisted in wishing to go on. I
ordered that all the sledges should keep as close as possible together,
that we might be informed of the least accident that should happen, and
be able to assist one another. Then, by means of my compass, which I
had fastened under my fur cloak, that it might be continually before
my eyes, I began the office of directing our caravan. We travelled in
this order during the rest of the day, and I might say in the midst
of darkness, for I could not see the soldier who was in the sledge
immediately behind me, and scarcely his foremost dogs.
About seven o’clock in the evening, weary of the complaints and
remonstrances of my people, who continually requested me to stop, and
judging beside that we could not be more than five or six wersts from
the wood, I assured them that if we did not reach it by nine o’clock,
we would go no farther that night; unless when arrived at the wood
and the river, they preferred going on, as we should be so near to
Ingiga; but that they should be at liberty to do as they pleased. This
condition appeared to pacify them; not because they imagined themselves
to be so far advanced, on the contrary, they probably considered
themselves as out of the road, and only wished to repose themselves,
that with the advantage of day-light they might recover it again.
At a quarter before nine a kind of dark veil began to be perceptible
before us. As we drew nearer, it became blacker and more extensive.
The next moment my conductors cried out that they could see the trees,
and that they were safe. It was in reality the forest of Ingiga. I
sent them a little way on to examine it, and they presently returned
transported with joy to tell me that we were close to the river.
The respectful tone with which they delivered themselves diverted
me extremely. After thanking me for having guided them so well, the
Koriac asserted that none of their chamans had ever performed any
thing so miraculous. To have predicted the bad weather, at a time
when every thing seemed in their eyes to promise the very reverse; to
have been afterwards able to guide and preserve them in the midst of
this _pourga_[20], was a sagacity, in his opinion, supernatural. The
gratitude of the rest of my company was almost equally absurd. They
could not recover themselves from their astonishment. It was in vain
I showed them my compass, and endeavoured to explain to them how I
derived from it all my knowledge; they replied, that such a conjuring
book was unintelligible except to persons like me, skilled in the art
of magic.
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