Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-10-28

no man ever looked down a farer prospec-
tive than he. as he galoped over the ugly
country often far ahead of his caravan
splashing through Logs and streams ford
ing rivers without ferries, camping at night
in forests SO dense the cold never escaped
| their embrace. muffled to the eyes in furs
| as he made his way past valleys whose
eternal Ice fields chilled the country for
miles about sometimes able to procure a
little fresh milk and butter oftener not:
occasionally passing a caravan returning
s l9r turs, generally seeing nothing but a
stray reindeer for hours together once
meeting the post and finding much for him
self that in nowise daunted his spirit.
But on the eighth day the rains began: a
fine steady mist. then in torrents as endless
wrapped In bearskins at night within the
shelter of tent or of some wayside hut
and closely covered by day. Rezanov at
first merely cursed the Inconvenience of the
rain, but while crossing the river Attach
Juni. his guides without consulting him
having taken him miles out of his Way in
order to avoid hamlet of the same name
where the smallpox was raging, but where
there was a government ferry his horse
lost his footing In the rapid swollen cur-
rent and fell. Rezanov managed to retain
his seat, and pulled the frightened, plung-
ing beast to Its feet. while his Cossacks
We're still shouting their consternat ton But
he was soaked to the skin. his personal
luggage was in the same condition. and
they did not reach a hut where fire could
be made until nine hours later II was
then that the seeds Of malaria, accumulated
during the last three years in insanitary
ports and sown deep by exceptional hard
ships, but which he believed had taken
themselves off during his six weeks in
California, stirred more vigorously than in
Sitka or Okhotsk. He rode on the next day
In burning fever Jon, minding Langs-
DORIS Instructions, doctored him-not with
out dificulty-from the medicine chest, and
for day or two the fever seemed broken.
But Jon. sick with apprehension, implored
him to turn back. He might as we'll have
implored the sky to turn blue.
How do you think men accomplish
things in this world?'' asked Rezanov
angrily. by turning back and going to
bed every time they have a migraine?''
NO; exceliency,' said the man humbly.
But health is necessary to the accomplish
ment of everything, and If the body is
eaten up with FEVER"
What are drugs for? Give me the whole
= pharma copoeia if you choose but
don't talk to me about turning back
Very well, excellency," said the man
with sigh.
The next day he and one of the Cossack
guard caught him he fell from his horse
unconscious. Yakhut hut. miserable as
1t was, offered in the persistent down-pour
better shelter than the tent. They carried
him into 1t. and his bedding~at least was
Petersburg Jon, at his wits ends, remem-
bered the practice of Langsdorff in similar
cases, and used the lancet, a heroic treat
ment he would never have accomplished
had his master been conscious. The fever
ebbed, and in few days Rezanov was
able to continue the journey by shorter
stages, although heavy with an fntolerable
lassltude. But his will sustained him until
he reached Yakutsk, not at the end of
twenty-five days. but of thirty-three. Here
he succumbed Immediately, and although
his sick bed was in the comfortable home
Of the agent of the company, and he. had
medical attendance of sort. his fever
and convalescence lasted for eight weeks.
Then. in spite of the supplcatiens of his