A SUMMER ON THE YENESEl 5 



had not arrived. It was absolutely necessary that we 

 should leave on the morrow for Krasnoyarsk if we 

 wished to catch the first steamer down the Yenesei ; 

 and in spite of the assurances of the station ojfficials that 

 the luggage would follow next day, we went out in 

 despondent mood to look at the Kremlin, and the 

 wonderful view of Moscow that lay below its terraces. 



However, morning brought all the luggage except 

 a box of cartridges, which, owing to the blunder of a 

 carrying agent, had been detained e?i route. I had no 

 time to wait for it to overtake me, and the delay was 

 the more annoying as so much of my work depended 

 upon it. There were only a couple of hours in which to 

 make good the deficiency, and in Russia the sale of fire- 

 arms and ammunition is fenced in with much red tape. 

 The first gunsmith refused to supply me, but the second 

 was more amenable, and agreed to sell some cartridges 

 on the production of the gun, and the ofiicial letter of 

 introduction, with which, in addition to the regulation 

 passport, each member of the party was provided. 

 While I was unpacking the gun case in the hall of the 

 hotel, the two lift-boys peeped round the door. 



Said the first lift-hoy : " What has she there ? " 



Second lift-hoy : " Weapons ! " 



First lift-hoy : " What does she want with them ? ** 



Second lift-hoy : " I do not know." 



Opinion of hoth lift-hoys: "Now without doubt 

 these are Sufiragettes ! " {Suffragettshi). 



There was only an hour and a half before the train 

 left, but the gunsmith, whom I shall always remember 

 with gratitude, turned on all his men to loading 



