“At first I was not allowed to go out of their dirty tents or still filthier winter turf-caves, than which the Augean stables were a cleaner place of abode.  Within the tent the savages stripped themselves naked.  The reek of all abominations mingled with the smoke of seal-oil and burning blubber, and the temperature even on the coldest day climbed steadily away up above a hundred.  Sometimes I thought it must be the smell that sent it up.  The natives had apparently learned their vices from the Russians and their habits of personal cleanliness from monkeys.  For long I was never allowed to leave the Yoort for any purpose, even for a moment, without a couple of savages coming after me with long fish-spears.

“But for all that, much is possible, even in Siberia, to a man who has a little money.  By-and-by my hosts began to understand that when the inspector visited us to see me in the flesh, there was money enclosed in the letters (previously carefully edited by the Government official), money which could be exchanged at Bulun Store for raw leaf-tobacco.  After this discovery, things went much better.  I was allowed a little tent to myself within the enclosure, and close to the great common tent in which the half-dozen families lived, each in its screened cubicle, with its own lamp and common rights on the fire of driftwood and blubber in the centre.  This was of course much colder than the great tent, but with skins and a couple of lamps I did not do so badly.

“One day I had a letter stealthily conveyed to me from Big Peter, to say that he and Leof were resolved on escaping.  They had a boat, he said, concealed about eight miles up the Lena under some willows on a stagnant backwater.  They intended to try for the north as soon as the water opened, and hoped then to go towards the west and Wrangell Island, where they felt pretty sure of being picked up by American sealers by the month of August or September.

“This letter stirred all my soul.  I did not believe rightly in their chance.  It is seldom, I knew, that whalers come that way, or enter far through the Straits of Behring.  Still, undoubtedly, a few did so every year.  It was worth risking, any way, for any kind of action was better than that ghastly wearing out of body and fatty degeneration of soul.  One or two more letters passed, stimulated by the tobacco-money, and the day of rendezvous was fixed.

“Leof and Big Peter were to make their own way down the river, hiding by day and travelling by night.  I was to go straight across country and meet them at the tail of the sixth island above Bulun.  So, very quietly, I made my preparations, and laid in a store of frozen meat and fish, together with a fish-spear, which I cached due south of my Yoort, never by any chance allowing myself to take a walk towards the north, the direction in which I would finally endeavour to escape.  It was very lonely, for I had no one to consult, and no friend to whom to intrust any part of my arrangements.  But the suspicion of the Yakuts was now very considerably allayed, for, said they, he is now well fed.  A dog in good condition does not go far from home to hunt.  He will therefore stay.  They knew something about dogs, for they tried their hunting condition by running a finger up and down the spine sharply.  If that member was not cut, the dog was in good condition.