ARCHANGEL 143 



225 versts = 147 miles in 27 J hours. 



June 12. 



Wednesday, the 12th of June a cold day we had 

 breakfast, which was good, and we bought some bread 

 and meat, etc., for our journey. 



Kargopol is a town of some size, situated on a lake, a 

 large expanse of water. 



We did not leave Kargopol till 11.30 a.m. Before 

 leaving we had an amusing conversation with a Kussian 

 who came into our room. He insisted on speaking long 

 sentences in Kuss, which we in vain told him we did not 

 understand. At last, rather than let him have all the 

 talking to himself, I spouted Marcellus' speech, and 

 put great emphasis into 



* You block ! you stone ! you worse than senseless thing ! 

 Oh, you hard heart ! you cruel man of Kargopol ! ' 



This had the desired effect, as he shook his head slowly, 

 and then shortly afterwards withdrew. 



Driving from Kargopol we met numerous men and 

 women, each carrying a knapsack and staff, who we 

 concluded were pilgrims returning from Solovetsk Shrine 

 in the White Sea. It was very cold, and we had bad 

 horses and a bad road. 



On the second stage we were much more comfortable, 

 getting a cushion from the driver. All the common 



