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we had now righted; behind us。



Shakro was muttering and laughing。  I glanced anxiously around。 

It was still dark。  Behind us; and to our right; the roaring 

of the waves seemed to be increasing; whereas to our left and 

in front of us it was evidently growing less。  We moved toward 

the left。  The bottom was hard and sandy; but full of holes;

sometimes we could not touch the bottom; and we had to take 

hold of the boat with one hand; while with the other hand; and 

our legs; we propelled it forward。  At times again the water 

was no higher than our knees。  When we came to the deep places 

Shakro howled; and I trembled with fear。  Suddenly we saw 

ahead of us a lightwe were safe!



Shakro shouted with all his might; but I could not forget that 

the boat was not ours; and promptly reminded him of the fact。 

He was silent; but a few minutes later I heard him sobbing。 I 

could not quiet himit was hopeless。  But the water was 

gradually growing shallower; it reached our knees; then our 

ankles; and at last we felt dry land!  We had dragged the boat 

so far; but our strength failed us; and we left it。  A black

log of wood lay across our path; we jumped over it; and stepped 

with our bare feet on to some prickly grass。  It seemed unkind 

of the land to give us such a cruel welcome; but we did not 

heed it; and ran toward the fire。  It was about a mile away; 

but it shone cheerily through the hovering gloom of the night; 

and seemed to smile a welcome to us。





207  MY FELLOW…TRAVELLER











CHAPTER VII。











Three enormous shaggy dogs leaped up out of the darkness and 

ran toward us。  Shakro; who had been sobbing all the way; now 

shrieked; and threw himself on the ground。  I flung the wet 

overcoat at the dogs; and stooped down to find a stick or a 

stone。  I could feel nothing but coarse; prickly grass; which 

hurt my hands。  The dogs continued their attack。  I put my

fingers into my mouth; and whistled as loud as I could。  They 

rushed back; and at the same time we heard the sound of 

approaching steps and voices。



A few minutes later; and we were comfortably seated around a 

fire in the company of four shepherds; dressed in 〃touloups〃 

or long sheepskin overcoats。



They scrutinized us keenly and rather suspiciously; and 

remained silent all the time I was telling them our story。



Two of the shepherds were seated on the ground; smoking; and 

puffing from their mouths clouds of smoke。  The third was a 

tall man with a thick black beard; wearing a high fur cap。 

He stood behind us; leaning on a huge knotted stick。  The 

fourth man was younger; and fair haired; he was helping the 

sobbing Shakro to get off his wet clothes。  An enormous stick;

the size of which alone inspired fear; lay beside each of the 

seated shepherds。



Ten yards away from us all the steppe seemed covered with 

something gray and undulating; which had the appearance of 

snow in spring time; just when it is beginning to thaw。  





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It was only after a close inspection that one could discern 

that this gray waving mass was composed of many thousands of 

sheep; huddled closely together; asleep; forming in the dark 

night one compact mass。  Sometimes they bleated piteously and

timidly。



I dried the overcoat by the fire; and told the shepherds all 

our story truthfully; even describing the way in which we 

became possessed of the boat。



〃Where is that boat now?〃 inquired the severe…looking elder 

man; who kept his eyes fixed on me。



I told him。



〃Go; Michael; and look for it。〃



Michael; the shepherd with the black beard; went off with his 

stick over his shoulder; toward the sea…shore。



The overcoat was dry。  Shakro was about to put it on his naked 

body; when the old man said:  〃Go and have a run first to warm 

yourself。  Run quickly around the fire。  Come!〃



At first; Shakro did not understand。  Then suddenly he rose 

from his place; and began dancing some wild dance of his own; 

first flying like a ball across the fire; then whirling round 

and round in one place; then stamping his feet on the ground; 

while he swung his arms; and shouted at the top of his voice。  

It was a ludicrous spectacle。  Two of the shepherds were 

rolling on the ground; convulsed with laughter; while the older 

man; with a serious; immovable face; tried to clap his hands in 

time to the dancing; but could not succeed in doing so。  He 

watched attentively every movement of the dancing Shakro; while 

he nodded his head; and exclaimed in a deep bass voice:





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〃He! He'!  That's right!  He'! He'!〃



The light fell full on Shakro; showing the variety of his 

movements; as at one moment he would coil himself up like a 

snake; and the next would dance round on one leg; then would 

plunge into a succession of rapid steps; difficult to follow 

with the eye。  His naked body shone in the fire light; while 

the large beads of sweat; as they rolled off it; looked; in 

the red light of the fire; like drops of blood。。



By now; all three of the shepherds were clapping their hands; 

while I; shivering with cold; dried myself by the fire; and 

thought that our adventures would gratify the taste of admirers 

of Cooper or of Jules Vernes; there was shipwreck; then came 

hospitable aborigines; and a savage dance round the fire。  And 

while I reflected thus; I felt very uneasy as to the chief point

in every adventurethe end of it。



When Shakro had finished dancing; he also sat down by the fire; 

wrapped up in the overcoat。  He was already eating; while he 

stared at me with his black eyes; which had a gleam in them of 

something I did not like。  His clothes; stretched on sticks; 

driven into the ground; were drying before the fire。  The 

shepherds had given me; also; some bread and bacon。



Michael returned; and sat down without a word beside the old 

man; who remarked in an inquiring voice:  〃Well?〃



〃I have found the boat;〃 was the brief reply。



〃It won't be washed away?〃



〃No。〃





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The shepherds were silent; once more scrutinizing us。



〃Well;〃 said Michael; at last; addressing no one in particular。 

〃Shall we take them to the ataman; or straight to the custom 

house officers?〃



〃So that's to be the end!〃 I thought to myself。



Nobody replied to Michael's question。  Shakro went on quietly 

with his eating; and said nothing。



〃We could take them to the atamanor we could take them to the 

custom house。  One plan's as good as the other;〃 remarked the 

old man; after a short silence。



〃They have stolen the custom house boat; so they ought to be 

taught a lesson for the future。〃



〃Wait a bit; old man;〃 I began。



〃Certainly; they ought not to have stolen the boat。  If they 

are not punished now; they will probably do something worse 

next time。〃  The old man interrupted me; without paying any 

heed to my protestations。



The old man spoke with revolting indifference。  When he had 

finished speaking; his comrades nodded their heads in token 

of assent。



〃Yes; if a man steals; he has to bear the consequences; when 

he's caught Michael! what about the boat?  Is it there?〃



〃Oh; it's there all right!〃



〃Are you sure the waves won't wash it away?〃



〃Quite sure。〃



〃Well; that's all right。  Then let it stay there。  Tomorrow 

the boatmen will be going over to Kertch; and they can take 

it with them。  They will not mind taking an empty boat along 

with them; will they?  Wellso you mean to say you were not 

frightened; you vagabonds?  Weren't you indeed?  La! la! la! 





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Half a mile farther out; and you would have been by this time 

at the bottom of the sea!  What would you have done if the 

waves had cast you back into the sea?  Ay; sure en

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