The whole camp counted only sixteen rifles and three bombs, belonging to a Tartar who was traveling with his Kalmuck guide to his herds in Western Mongolia.  We explained the aim of our journey and our intention to pass through Mongolia to the nearest port on the Pacific.  The officers asked me to bring them out with us.  I agreed.  Our reconnaissance proved to us that there were no Partisans near the house of the peasant who was to ferry us over the Little Yenisei.  We moved off at once in order to pass as quickly as possible this dangerous zone of the Yenisei and to sink ourselves into the forest beyond.  It snowed but immediately thawed.  Before evening a cold north wind sprang up, bringing with it a small blizzard.  Late in the night our party reached the river.  Our colonist welcomed us and offered at once to ferry us over and swim the horses, although there was ice still floating which had come down from the head-waters of the stream.  During this conversation there was present one of the peasant’s workmen, red-haired and squint-eyed.  He kept moving around all the time and suddenly disappeared.  Our host noticed it and, with fear in his voice, said: 

“He has run to the village and will guide the Partisans here.  We must cross immediately.”

Then began the most terrible night of my whole journey.  We proposed to the colonist that he take only our food and ammunition in the boat, while we would swim our horses across, in order to save the time of the many trips.  The width of the Yenisei in this place is about three hundred metres.  The stream is very rapid and the shore breaks away abruptly to the full depth of the stream.  The night was absolutely dark with not a star in the sky.  The wind in whistling swirls drove the snow and sleet sharply against our faces.  Before us flowed the stream of black, rapid water, carrying down thin, jagged blocks of ice, twisting and grinding in the whirls and eddies.  For a long time my horse refused to take the plunge down the steep bank, snorted and braced himself.  With all my strength I lashed him with my whip across his neck until, with a pitiful groan, he threw himself into the cold stream.  We both went all the way under and I hardly kept my seat in the saddle.  Soon I was some metres from the shore with my horse stretching his head and neck far forward in his efforts and snorting and blowing incessantly.  I felt the every motion of his feet churning the water and the quivering of his whole body under me in this trial.  At last we reached the middle of the river, where the current became exceedingly rapid and began to carry us down with it.  Out of the ominous darkness I heard the shoutings of my companions and the dull cries of fear and suffering from the horses.  I was chest deep in the icy water.  Sometimes the floating blocks struck me; sometimes the waves broke up over my head and face.  I had no time to look about or to feel the cold.  The animal wish to live took possession of me; I became