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
When we were at the foot of the cataract, curiosity led me to turn my
head. I trembled at its dreadful aspect, and thanked heaven for having
afforded me a different way. Nine boats out of ten that should attempt
this passage, would infallibly be wrecked:--the reader shall judge.
What must be the fate of so small and feeble a float, if, in defiance
of danger, it should be permitted to follow the course of the torrent?
In its precipitate descent, I see it the sport of the waves that roll
one upon another, and fall with a deafening noise from a height of
twenty feet upon three enormous rocks concealed by the foam, and over
which it must necessarily pass. Without a miracle, how should it avoid
sinking, or escape the being dashed to pieces? Meanwhile, when the
water is so low as to render the canal not navigable, there is no other
way left. My guides informed me that the boats were always unladed
before the risk was attempted, and that this was all the precaution
that was taken, and all the skill that could be displayed by the
pilots. These cataracts are called _porog_.
We had still a difficult pass to make, that terrified my people; it
is called _Podporojenei_, or the ebb of the cataract, which is about
the distance of a werst from it. They were still talking of it when
we arrived, and I had scarcely time to explain to them the manœuvre
which I thought it necessary to practice. Our object was to choose the
deepest side; the blackness of the water seemed to point it out, and
I steered towards it. The multiplicity and bulk of the waves tossed
us about with more violence than if we had been in the open sea. All
at once our boat was pitched upon a rock that was on a level with the
water, and which none of us had perceived. We were thrown down by the
force of the shock; my companions imagined themselves to be lost, and
had not the courage to raise themselves; it was in vain I called upon
them to row on; they paid no attention to my cries. I caught hold of
the helm, and perceiving that the boat had sustained no injury, I
animated their drooping spirits, and prevailed on them to take their
stations. We owed our safety to the moss with which the rock was
covered; the boat touched it in its passage, and glided along without
suffering any damage.
To avoid this accident, it is necessary to pass exactly in the middle
of the stream, and to pay no attention to the waves which rise, and
seem to break against the rocks. The passage is about three hundred
yards. At the bottom of this podporojenei, another river empties
itself; the clearness of its water, and the smoothness of its current
by the side of the agitation and turmoil of the Yudoma, form so
striking a contrast, that the eye for a long time distinguishes the one
from the other.
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