But although I look at them with curiosity, they take no notice of me.  They are too much occupied to see me.  In their hands, on their shoulders, they have bags and cushions and wraps and sticks and sunshades and umbrellas.  They are carrying every kind of little package you can think of which they do not care to put with the luggage on the steamer.  I have a good mind to go and help them.  Is it not a happy chance—­and a rare one—­to meet with French people away from France?

Just as I am walking up to them, Ephrinell appears, drags me away, and I leave the couple behind.  It is only a postponement.  I will meet them again on the steamboat and make their acquaintance on the voyage.

“Well,” said I to the Yankee, “how are you getting on with your cargo?”

“At this moment, sir, the thirty-seventh case is on the road.”

“And no accident up to now?

“No accident.”

“And what may be in those cases, if you please?

“In those cases?  Ah!  There is the thirty-seventh!” he exclaimed, and he ran out to meet a truck which had just come onto the quay.

There was a good deal of bustle about, and all the animation of departures and arrivals.  Baku is the most frequented and the safest port on the Caspian.  Derbent, situated more to the north, cannot keep up with it, and it absorbs almost the entire maritime traffic of this sea, or rather this great lake which has no communication with the neighboring seas.  The establishment of Uzun Ada on the opposite coast has doubled the trade which used to pass through Baku.  The Transcaspian now open for passengers and goods is the chief commercial route between Europe and Turkestan.

In the near future there will perhaps be a second route along the Persian frontier connecting the South Russian railways with those of British India, and that will save travelers the navigation of the Caspian.  And when this vast basin has dried up through evaporation, why should not a railroad be run across its sandy bed, so that trains can run through without transhipment at Baku and Uzun Ada?

While we are waiting for the realization of this desideratum, it is necessary to take the steamboat, and that I am preparing to do in company with many others.

Our steamer is called the Astara, of the Caucasus and Mercury Company.  She is a big paddle steamer, making three trips a week from coast to coast.  She is a very roomy boat, designed to carry a large cargo, and the builders have thought considerably more of the cargo than of the passengers.  After all, there is not much to make a fuss about in a day’s voyage.

There is a noisy crowd on the quay of people who are going off, and people who have come to see them off, recruited from the cosmopolitan population of Baku.  I notice that the travelers are mostly Turkomans, with about a score of Europeans of different nationalities, a few Persians, and two representatives of the Celestial Empire.  Evidently their destination is China. .