The Bolivar bulletin. [volume] (Bolivar, Hardeman County, Tenn.) 1865-1888, 1884-06-19


He called to him eagefly. and briefly
told him the great wrong that had been
done him (for the train only stopped
for few minutes), and intreated him
to visit his wife and relatives and in
form them of his fate. #a
And here be it said that Immediately
upon his sentence an exile loses his
identity. IVAN TrOpoff ceases to be
IVAN Tropoff and becomes ''No. 1O1. -
His estate is administered upon as
though he were dead, and apportioned,
with the usual forfeiture TO the State,
among his heirs, so that is almost i'm
possible for-any one save the authorities
to discover his whereabouts -sss
Buali was detained some time at
Irkutsk, and in the meantime his friend
the merchant, true to his promise, had
fastened to tell the circumstances and
conditions of his Punishment to the
poor young bride, who, as quickly as
she could, set out to Join him in his
exile. With woman's wit she managed
to apprise him by letter of her coming,
and light broke in upon his grief
Daily, hourly, constantly he looked and
longed for her, and just when he knew
she must come they sent him on to
Yakutsk and from there to Verkeransk.
She, poor creature, filed with sweet
sympathy and expectation, hoping from
his delay at Irkutsk that he would be
permanently detained, arrived two DAYS
too late. Picture her anguish when,
having travelled with wifely devotion
four thousand miles over the most rug
ged country in the world, she learned
the cruel truth. Still two thousand
miles away-and even then would she
find him? 1t was too much for the poor
heart, She lost her reason, rayed for a
little while in a mad house and died.
He received the sorrowful tidngs, so
/ different from what he had hoped. and
when l saw him he was Just recovered
from the effects OF an attempt at sui
eide by poison. -.
This is his sad story as told by him
self and interpreted to me bv his
friend Leon. DR.. Buali was not a
Nihilist or at all incorporate in his
political talk, and was not in conse-
quence very popular among the other
eXiies, but was on pleasant terms with
the espravnik, who liked him for his
own sake. Yet he was not allowed to
| practice his profession for profit, but
only to perform the duties of the blind
old surgeon at the post, who might re-
ward him or not as the worthy man
saw fit. No exile is allowed to carry
on business, teach school. till the soil,
labor at trade, practice a profession,
/ or engage in any work unless through
/ the medium of a master. If I wanted
any service done an exile would some
times come and offer. to perform it, but
l would have to pay his master, upon
whose bounty he must depend for re-
! muneratiOn.-- A& tB az
/ Tho ~ Volrr,+cIv
1 full of the whole class of exiles, for thew
hear exaggerated stories of Nihilist
/ atrocities, and the police officials are
! always ready for an outbreak. l was
much amused at Kasharoffski, who told
me that he lived in constant dread of
| assassination, and showed me a long
I knife and a revolver, which he always
took to bed with him, while "a Cossack
| always slept in the outer apartment
next to him. Leon told me that he and
the other exiles found a never-failing
! source of amusement in frightening the
chief of Police, the Cossack guards
and the tradesmen at the post, who
would sell them goods at a ruinous dis
count rather than incur their enmity.
but. said Leon and his friends,
why should we kill these poor devilsP
We might, if we could thereby effect our
! escape. But to kill a thousand of them
wouldn't help us to our libertv.''
In addition to the illustrated newspa-
| pers pasted on the walls of their sitting
room there were two pictures-one a
photograph, the other a wOod-cut, tax
en- from a newspaper. They faced each
| other from opposite sides of the room,
and stood looking at them, struck by
their familiarity. The wood-cut 1 rec
| ognized as q portrait of the dead Gar
| He lay in state near window, dressed
in his cerements, his hands holding a
crHcifX on his breast. One of the ex-
lies, observing my silent comparison Of
the two pictures, approached and said:
The two men are very much alike,
are tn y not?''
They certainly were; faces sharp and
peaked in death, hair and boards ar
ranged in the same way. l thought
both were ikenesses of the Gar and
said so. The exile smiled.
Mo- said he, ''the photograph is
one Of my brother, who persisted Of
cold and hunger in the horrible dun
geOns of Petropavlosk, on the Neva.
His body was photographed on his bier,
near one of the gun-ports. which has
the appearance of the palace window
wherein is laid the corpse of the Gar
My brother was murdered in the fort
ressi my friends murdered the Car in
his palace. Things that are equal are
equal in all their parts-a dead Nihilist
and dead King"