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cornu see an ami near ail. tie was ; m tue outside window, but this time, j ^uneipany pines auu im
probably about to learn important news ; absentminded probably on account of ! dars. TherestoodtheTaitartents. There
and know if he ought to enter Kalyvan ; the spectacle he saw. he made his oh- ! Feofar-Khan, the terrible emir of Bok-
or not. : serrations too long. So when the op- I hara, was encamped, and there on the
Harry Blount, more alert than hla i erator had finished sending the third j following day, the 7th of August, were
colleague, had possession of the win- i verse of the Bible Alcide Jolivet quiet- , brought the prisoners taken at Knly-
dow and handed in his dispatch, while ; ly took his place at the wicket and, as i van after the annihilation of the Rus-
Alcide Jolivet, contrary to his habits, j his colleague had done, placed a re- j sian force, which had vainly attempted
stopped impatiently. ‘‘Ten copecks a j spectable pile of rubles on the desk j to oppose the progress of the invaders,
word,” said the operator, taking the j and handed his dispatch, which the cm- ' Of the 2.000 men who had engaged
Jules Verne
dispatch.
Harry Blount placed a pile of rubles
on the counter, his confrere looking at
him somewhat stupefied.
“Well.” said the employee, and with
Eiamsk, a small town tne uariara
had not visited yet, was almost com
pletely depopulated, for it was very
easy to invade it from the south and
almost impossible to succor it from the
north. So relay of post, police station,
government building, all were aban
doned by governmental order, and on
one side the functionaries, on the other
the inhabitants, had gone to Kamsk, in
the center of the Baraba.
Michael Strogcff was obliged to pass
the night at Eiamsk to permit his horse
to rest at least twelve hours. He re
membered the instructions given him
at Moscow to cross Siberia unknown,
reach Irkutsk at all hazards, but also
to not sacrifice success 1o the swiftness
of his passage. Consequently he was
forced to spare the only means of trav
el left him.
On the morrow Michael Strogoff left
Eiamsk, and five days later, on the 5tli
of August, twenty-one days since start
ing, he found himself 1,500 versts yet
distant from Irkutsk.
Michael Strogoff was rapidly nearing
Kalyvan when distant detonations
reached his ears.
He stopped and distinctly heard the
dull, heavy reports which shook the
air, mingled with sharper and shriller
sounds, the cause of which he weli
knew.
lie was only half a mile from Kaly
van when a long jet of flame flashed
betwixt the houses of the city, and the
spire cf a church crumbled down in the
middle of a torrent of embers and fire.
At that moment the detonations were
very violent. Soon the flames stretched
- forth on the left of the city. The fire
had devoured a whole quarter of Kaly
van.
Michael Strogoff was running across
the plain, trying to reach the cover cf
some trees scattered here and there,
when a detachment of Tartar cavalry
appeared od the right.
Michael Strogoff could no longer go
in that direction. The horsemen ad
vanced rapidly toward the city, and it
was difficult for him to escape. Sud
denly at the corner cf a thicket he saw
uj iuc xanar pickets.
Michael Strogoff hurried toward the
door of that house and opened it hasti
ly. A single person was in the room
where the dispatches were written. He
Was an employee, calm, cool, indiffer
ent to all that was going on outside.
Faithful to his post, he waited behind
his window for the public to claim his
services.
Michael Strogoff went to him and
with a voice broken by fatigue asked:
“What do you know?”
“Nothing,” answered the employee,
smiling.
“Are the Russians and Tartars fight
ing?’’
“People say so.”
“But who are the victors?”
“I don’t know.”
i undisturbed sang froid he commenced
to telegraph the following dispatch:
Daily Telegraph, London:
From Kalyvan, Government of Omsk, Siberia,
Ang. G.— Engagement of Russian troops with Tar
tars.
That reading being made aloud, Mi
chael Strogcff could hear all the Eng
lish correspondent addressed to his pa
per.
Russian troops repulsed with great losses. Tar
tars enter Kalyvan this day.
These words ended the dispatch.
“My turn now,” said Alcide Jolivet,
who tried to pass his dispatch address
ed to his cousin of the Montmartre Fau
bourg.
But that did not suit the English re
porter, who thought of remaining at
the window as long as ho should have
news to transmit, as fast as fresh
events might occur, so he did not give
ployee read aloud:
Madeleine Jolivet, 10 Farbourg Montmartre, Paris:
Kalyvan, Government of Omsk. Aug. G.—Run
aways fly from the city. Russians beaten. Furi
ous pursuit by the Tartars.
And when Harry Blount came back
he heard Alcide Jolivet completing his
telegram, singing musingly with mock
ery:
“There was a little man all dressed In gray, in
Paris.”
So much coolness in the midst of I P^ ace to his confrere.
these terrible occurrences, so much in
difference even, was hardly possible.
“And is not the wire cut?” asked Mi
chael Strogoff.
“It is cut between Kalyvan and Kras-
noiarsk, but it works yet between Kaly
van and the Russian frontier.”
“For the government?” •
“For the government when they think
it proper, for the public when they pay.
It is 10 copecks a word. I wait your
orders, sir.”
Michael Strogoff was going to answer
that strange operator that he had no
dispatch to send; that he wanted only
a little bread and water, when sudden
ly the doer cf the house was abruptly
opened.
Michael Strogoff thought the office in
vaded by the Tartars and was about to
jump through the window when he no- ,
tieed that two men only entered the
room and that they were far from be
ing Tartar soldiers.
One of them held a dispatch written
in pencil, and, outrunning the other, he
was at the window of the stoical em
ployee. In these two men Michael
Strogoff was astonished to discover two
“You are through?” cried Alcide Joli
vet.
“I am not through,” simply answered
Harry Blouiut.
And he went on writing words which
he passed to the operator, who read
very quietly:
In the beginning God created heaven and earth.
They were verses from the Bible Har
ry Blount was telegraphing to gain
time and not give place to his rival.
That would probably cost a few thou
sand rubles to his paper, but his paper
would have the first Information.
France might wait.
Think of the anger of Alcide Jolivet,
who under any other circumstances
would have appreciated the Joke. He
even insisted that the operator should
take his dispatches In preference to
those of his confrere.
“That is the right of the gentleman,”
said the employee coolly, pointing to
Harry Blount, smiling kindly to him.
And ho continued to transmit to The
Daily Telegraph the first book of the
holy writ.
While he was operating Harry Blount
went to the window, and with his glass
persons he had thought never to see he observed what was going on about
again. They wore the correspondents
Harry Blount and Alcide Jolivet, no
more traveling companions, but rivals,
enemies, now that they were operating
a house which he might perhaps reach i on the battlefield.
unperceived. j They had left Ichim a few hours only
To run, to hide himself, to ask and | after the departure of Michael Strogoff,
to take there, if need be, something to j and if they arrived before him at Kaiy-
renew his strength, for he was exhaust
ed with fatigue and hunger, was Mi
chael Strogoff’s only resource. He fied
then to this shelter, and. drawing near,
lie perceived that it was a telegraph
station. Two wires were going east
and west, and a third was stretched to
ward Kalyvan.
One would suppose that under the
circumstances that station would have
been adandoned, but as it was Michael
Strogoff could find there a refuge, wait
for the night if need be to travel again
searched
prpgs the steppe which
van in following the same route it was
because Michael Strogoff had lost three
days on the borders of the Irtish. And
now, after having witnessed the battle
between the Russians and the Tartars
in front of the city, leaving the city
when the struggle was still going on in
the streets, they had to run to the sta
tion to send away their dispatches to
Europe, each seeking to rob the other
of priority in describing the stirring
events.
Michael Strogoff kept at a distance in
the shadow, and without being m
Kalyvan, so as to complete his informa
tion.
A few minutes later he took his place
again at the office window and added
to his telegram:
Two churches in flames. The fire seems to gain
on the right. The earth was without form and
void. Darkness covered the face of the earth.
Alcide Jolivet had simply a ferocious
desire to strangle the honorable re
porter of The Daily Telegraph.
He once more called upon the em
ployee, who again coolly answered:
“It is his right, sir; it is his right.
Ten copecks a word.”
And he telegraphed the following
news, handed him by Blount:
Russian refugees escape the city. And God said,
“Let there be light, and there was light.”
Alcide Jolivet was literally transport
ed with rage:
Meanwhile Harry. Blount was again
Alcide Jolivet thought It better not to
mix sacred things with profane as his
colleague had done, and he answered
by a Joyful chorus of Beranger to the
verses of the Bible.
At that moment a commotion shook
the telegraph office. A shell had en
tered the wall, and a cloud of dust fill
ed the waiting room.
Alcide Jolivet was just finishing his
verse, “as red as an apple, who, with
out a penny," but without stopping
threw himself on the shell, took it in
his hands before it exploded, tbrew r it
out of the window and came back to
the wicket. It was all done in an in
stant.
In five seconds the shell burst out
side.
Then, continuing his telegram with
perfect coolness, Alcide Jolivet wrote:
A shell of silty pounds’ weight has burst
through the wall of the telegraph office. Expect
some others of same caliber.
B’or Michael Strogoff there was no
room to doubt but that the Russians
were repulsed from Kalyvan. Hi3 last
resource was, then, to hasten over the
southern plain.
But then the general discharge of
guns was heard terribly near the tele
graph station, and a hailstorm of bul
lets crashed through the window. Har
ry Blount, struck on the shoulder, fell.
Alcide Jolivet was at that moment
about to transmit this supplement to
his dispatch:
Harry Blount, reporter of The Daily Telegraph,
falls at my side, struck with a piece of bombsbelL
But the operator told him with Im
perturbable coolness:
“Sir, the wire Is broken.”
And, leaving his window, he quietly
took his hat, which he brushed with
his sleeve, and, always smiling, went
with the two columns of the enemy,
the bases of which rested on Tomsk
and Omsk, oniy a few hundred re
mained. Thus events were going bad
ly, and the imperial government ap
peared to have lost its power beyond
the frontiers of the Ural, for a time at
least, for the Russians could not fail
eventually to defeat the savage hordes
of the invaders. But in the meantime
the invasion had reached the center of
Siberia, and it was spreading through
the revolted country both to the east
ern and the western provinces. If the
troops of the Amur and the province
of Takutsk did not arrive in time to
occupy it. this capital of Asiatic Rus
sia, being insufficiently garrisoned,
would fall into the hands of the Tar
tars, and before it could be retaken the
grand duke, brother of the emperor,
would be sacrificed to the vengeance of
Ivan Ogareff.
Feofar’s camp presented a magnifi
cent spectacle. Numberless tents of
skin or silk glistened in the rays of
the sun. The lofty plumes which sur
mounted their conical tops waved amid
banners, flags and pennons of every
enrolled under the emir's flag, the nag
of incendiaries and devastators.
When the prisoners were brought into
the camp, the emir was in his tent. He
did not show himself. This was for
tunate no doubt. A sign, a word, from
him might have been the signal for
some bloody execution. But he in
trenched himself in that isolation
which constitutes in part the majesty
of eastern kings. He who does not
show himself is admired and. above
all. feared.
As to the prisoners, they were to be
penned up in some inclosure where, ill
treated, poorly fed and exposed to all
the inclemencies cf the weather, they
would await Feofar’s pleasure.
The most docile and patient of them
all was undoubtedly Michael Strogoff.
He allowed himself to be led, for they
were leading him where Tie wished to
go and under conditions of safety
which free he could not have found on
tne road from Kalyvan to Tomsk. To
escape before reaching that town was
to risk again falling into the hands of
the scouts who were scouring the
steppe.
At the same time with Michael Stro
goff and many other prisoners Harry
Blount and Alcide Jolivet had also been
taken to the Tartar camp. Their for
mer traveling companion, captured like
them at the telegraph office, knew that
they were penned up with him in the
inelosure, guarded by numerous senti
nels, but he did not wish to accost
them. It mattered little to him, at this
color. The richest of these tents be- j tin's especially, what they might think
longed to the Seides and Khodjas, who h' m since the affair at Ichim. Be-
are the principal personages of the j sides, he desired to be alone, that he
khanate. A special pavilion, ornament- might act alone if necessary. He there-
ed with a horse’s tail issuing from a fore held himself aloof from his for-
sheaf of red and white sticks artistical- mer acquaintances,
ly interlaced, indicated the high rank From the moment that Harry Blount
of these Tartar chiefs. Then in the fallen by his side Jolivet had not
ceased his attentions to him. During
the journey from Kalyvan to the camp
distance rose several thousand of the
Turcoman tents, which had been car
ried on the backs of camels.
The camp contained at least a hun
dred and fifty thousand soldiers, as
many foot as horse soldiers, collected
under the name of Alamanes. Among
them and as the principal types of Tur
kestan would have been remarked the
Tadjiks from their regular features,
white skin, tall forms and black eyes
and hair. They formed the bulk of the
Tartar army, and of them the khanates
of Khokhand and Koundough had fur
nished a contingent nearly equal to
—that is to say, for several hours—
Blount, by leaning on his companion’s
arm, had been enabled to follow the
rest of the prisoners. He had tried to
make known that he was a British sub
ject, but it had no effect on the bar
barians, who only replied by prods with
a lance or sword. The correspondent
of The Daily Telegraph was therefore
obliged to submit to the common lot,
resolving to protest later and to obtain
satisfaction for such treatment. But
the journey was not the less disagree-
that of Bokhara. With the Tadjiks able to him, for his wound caused him
were mingled specimens of different, much pain, and without Alcide Jolivet’s
races who either reside in Turkestan assistance he might never have reached
out through a small door which Mi- I or v *kose native countries border on it. , the camp.
chael Strogoff had not before noticed.
The station was then invaded by
Tartars, and neither Michael Strogoff
nor the journalists were able to effect
their retreat.
Alcide Jolivet, with his useless dis
patch in hand, ran to Harry Blount,
stretched on the floor, and, kind hearted
as he was, took him on his shoulders
with the intention to flee with him. It
was too late!
Both were prisoners, and with them
Michael Strogoff, taken by surprise
when he was about to jump through
the window into the hands of the Tar
tars.
CHAPTER X.
T a day’s march from Ka
lyvan, several versts be
yond the town of Dia-
chinks, stretches a wide
plain, planted here and
there with great t.r<v*a
There were Usbecks, red bearded, small Jolivet, whose practical philosophy
in stature, similar to those who had never abandoned him, had physically
pursued Michael. Here were Kirghis, find morally strengthened his compan-
with fiat faces like the Kalmucks, I ion by every means in his power. His
dressed in coats of mail. Some car- j first care when they found themselves
ried the lance, hows and arrows of A si- j definitely established in the inclosure
atic manufacture, some the saber, a j was to examine Blount’s wound. Hav-
matchlock gun and a little short han
dled ax, the wounds from which inva
riably prove fatal. There were Mon
gols, of middle height, with black hair
plaited into pigtails, which hung down
their backs, round faces, swarthy com
plexions, lively deep set eyes, scanty
beards, dressed in blue nankeen trim
med with black plush, sword belts of
leather with silver buckles, boots gayly tor?”
ing managed to draw off his coat, he
found that the shoulder had been only
grazed by the shot.
“This is nothing.” he said; “a mere
scratch. After two or three dressings
you will be all to rights.”
“But these dressings?” asked Blount.
“I will make them for you myself.”
Then you are something of a doc-
braided and silk caps edged with fur
and three ribbons fluttering behind.
Brown skinned Afghans, too, might
“All Frenchtnen are something of
doctors.”
And on this affirmation Alcide. tear-
have been seen. Arabs, having the j ing his handkerchief, made lint of one
primitive type of the beautiful Semitic piece, bandages of the other, took some
races, and Turcomans, with eyes which water from a well dug in the middle of
looked as if they had lost the pupil—all | the inclosure, bathed the wound, which
nappjiy was not serious, and skillfully
placed the wet rag on Harry Blount's
shoulder.
“I thank you. M. Jolivet,” said Har
ry, stretching himself on a bet! of dry
leaves which his companion had ar
ranged for him in the shade of a birch
tree.
“Now let us talk of what we ought
to do. I assure you 1 have no inter. ; n
of remaining a prisoner to these Tar
tars for an indefinite time.”
“Nor 1 either.”
“We will escape on the first oppor
tunity?”
“Y'es, if there Is no other way cf re
gaining our liberty.”
“Do you know of any other?” asked
Blount, looking at his companion.
“Certainly. We are not belligerents;
we are neutral, and we will claim our
freedom.”
“From that brute of a Feofar-Khan?”
“No: he would not understand,” an
swered Jolivet: “but from his lieuten
ant. Ivan Ogareff.”
“He is a villain.”
“No doubt, but the villain is a Rus
sian. He knows that it does not do to
trifle with the rights of men, and lie
has no interest to retain us. On the
contrary. But to ask a favor of that
gentleman does not quite suit my
taste.”
“But that gentleman is net in the
camp, or at least I have not seen him
here.’.’ observed Blount.
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