New-York daily tribune. [volume] (New-York [N.Y.]) 1842-1866, 1851-05-10

ubobad murdered bis officer and broken open MS
hest and had then become BrOdisea He re-
ceiyed 81 application OF the Anout and was sen1
20 the mines, but it is very possible that ne has
smueeled himself out again, and that be is to-day
an official somewhere
ooT-roon Women thus revenge themselves upon
an unfsithful lover or to get nd oil tedious nus
80 or II children who hinder the maternal
nlsn, The usual means Is poison When tue
iced is done the murderer goes 10 the judge
shows him & fverouble piece, the custo mary ieo
in such cases declares ~ were q man. ~
he drank himselfto death. The official then turns
the thing over 10 the Physician OF the Distrlch
Tho ,nspects the body drinks a cup OF tea ia the
bon,e M r1ouruipg-slips the five roube bit INTO
his pocket and certihes that the deceased dled OF
.nonIexv. occasoned by drinking. The thlngh
tben done When children are caused 10 dle
,bere ia sipilar proceeding, only the fatal illness
Sa. nstnrsIlv another name. Into such society
fails the exile who has scarcely shed the shoes oil
childhood and is not yet capable OF q political
ofente. Yet the Commission OF Inquiry, benz
mon advancing itielf, finds something 10 do here
Games and Jokes are adjudged to be consplracies;
They arrest the children, and by blows and
threats. and promises, drive them into confessions
of deeds of which they have never dreamed
What must become of children under such inud'
ences ,
reckoned those 30 in the phraseology oil the
Government are called KirgiAh, who have osten'
ably submitted to the Russian yoke. The war
like among them are however independent 20 THIS
day and ike the Tscherksh, are In perpetual feud
with the Russians. The friendly, too, do not a.
WAYS deserve the name, for on favorable chance
thew ioin with their tree brethren and fall upon
the Russian villsges that lie along the oordet oe
tween the two races, and lay everything waste
Yet the Russians often win brilliant victories
over these foes, and had some opportunities OF
observing the prisoners brought IN. Far away
noise is heard, not shrill, but smothered roar as
if from the interior Of the earth. Then the green
Russian uniform appears, and behind this crowd
of erayheads laden with chains, and surrounded
by a guard Of soldiers. Momently it pauses, Tor
the old men who can scarce carry along their
own bodies, must constantly rest es they creep
on with their heavy chains. These are the
hostages of the Kirgish, and those who conduct
them are for the most part Poles, who serve IN
the Siberian batallions-Slaves Leading slaves.
What now does Russia with all these people
wbv does she lead them into captivity and what
finally becomes Of them These are unens~er
able questions. Should they be ransomed! The
Kireish il too poor for that. He has only the dry
desert bis feet, tent and his horse, and they do
not suffice for a ransom. Even the friendly Mir.
eisb looks upon the Siberian with contempt and
stays in bis cities only long enough to transact
his business. That once over he springs upon
his horse ard hunts whatever comes TO hand, ASH
he regretted the time lost and hoped to make 1t up
The Kirgish is a genuine Nomad, and passes
bis life in the wild. When not on horseback he
sits in his concal tent, made Of the felt OF cames
hair Here be drinks his X umis' sour sPirltu'
ous exciting drink, u ade Of mare milk which he
suffers 70 drip into leathern bag adapted to the
purpose The Siberians drink it as a medicine,
and contend that it il good for diseases OF the
heart and even for consumption.
The Kirgish externally resemble the Tatars,
and have, like them, ugly features, little glowing
ewes, deeply set in the head, curling black hair,
and pale complexion. But the resemblance Is
only external. The Tartar has somewhat civil
tied himself, and has become q quiet, peace low.
ing tradesman, while the Kirgish is still the wild
son of the Eteppes. Brave, impatient and hery
as bis horse bard, yet tempered as bis dagger;
rough as his drink he doubles up bis INST when
be meets Russian, and fosters his hatred for.
ever. The Siberian Tartar dreams no more OF
Freedom; he has become used 10 the yoke, and
10 good subject" The Kirgish, too has been
obliged to submit, but the consciousness lies like
a stone upon his heart. Apparently be bends I'M
der the iron law, but it is only that he may be
nearer the opPressor TO plunge the dagger INTO hs
breast At the fitting moment. Their revenge 10
of the most awful character and is such as pre-
walls among ~VildnnSn to whom torment ana NUT
tyrdom are pleasant -,
They err greatly who fancy that the Siberian
exile dwels in a subterrAnean hole anc hunts
sables in order TO supply a certain quantity OF
skins to the Government, who seek the horror oil
Siberia in the climate. 1t is true that the cold Is
90 severe that birds upon the wing freeze and
fall dead to the earth and scurvy and govt are
for the same reason permanent diseases, espe-
cially in the eastern regions. The Summer is as
warm as the Winter is cold, and the heat 10 more
intolerabe from the swarms OF gnats. But these
things do not make Siberia terrible. IL IS the In.
exorabe thought "Thou shalt die here" This it
is that strikes its vulture beak into the heart OF
a., .1a cd oil md
1t mingles in his dreams, it awakes with him at
morning and clings to him until he sinks weared,
to sleep. From every book which he takes In
bis hand, from the sheet of paper to which he
would conhde his SORROW, stare at him the right
full words They mirror themselves upon bis Tea
lures, and seem to each of his fellow sufferers
stamped upon his brow. This high degree OF
suffering shows itself also in the faces OF
natives, many Of whom-without knowing IT,
are children Of the unhappy whose bones liz IN
der these eternal SHOWS The horrible thought
Of being a Siberian exile consumes the vital
force dries up the marrow in the bones aud drop
by drop poisons the blood in the veins. When
the tragedy is contaminated, the victim is reduced
to en- ioiotic automGton or despair has made him
maniac.
pom the wide steppes of Siberia neither
roses blow nor Dighslngsles sing, but little
islands OF Forget me not are stewn here and
there, which by their color remind the poor exile
of heaven and seem to say to him Tod Is here
too
Mine under the sea.