A BLOODY CHASTISEMENT
BEFORE long we struck the road which we had travelled coming north and saw again the kindly rows of chopped down telegraph poles which had once so warmly protected us. Over the timbered hillocks north of the valley of Tisingol we wended just as it was growing dark. We decided to stay in Bobroff's house and our companions thought to seek the hospitality of Kanine in the telegraph station. At the station gate we found a soldier with a rifle, who questioned us as to who we were and whence we had come and, being apparently satisfied, whistled out a young officer from the house.
"Lieutenant Ivanoff," he introduced himself. "I am staying here with my detachment of White Partisans."
He had come from near Irkutsk with his following of ten men and had formed a connection with Lieutenant-Colonel Michailoff at Uliassutai, who commanded him to take possession of this blockhouse.
"Enter, please," he said hospitably.
I explained to him that I wanted to stay with Bobroff, whereat he made a despairing gesture with his hand and said:
"Don't trouble yourself. The Bobroffs are killed and their house burned."
I could not keep back a cry of horror.
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