WITH BARON KLEIST 
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alone in the front room of Mr. Caraieff’s house when 
in walked a Russian gentleman who shook hands 
with me and introduced himself in English as 
Baron Kleist, the Supervisor of Northeastern Si¬ 
beria. He passed on in search of my host and 
shortly afterwards returned with him and we all 
sat and talked, while I showed the Baron my charts. 
I had been looking for him for several days, for I 
knew that he had left his home at Emma Harbor 
shortly after New Year’s Day and had been on an 
inspection trip, across country to Koliuchin Bay 
and eastward along the coast, ever since. He was 
now bound home again. 
He had heard of me from Mr. Olsen at Koliu¬ 
chin Bay and had been told by him that I was a 
man of fifty-five or so. “I see that you are much 
younger than I was told you were,” he said. Later 
on in the progress of our pleasant acquaintance, 
as 1 began to show the good effects of rest and sub¬ 
stantial food, he said, “You’re getting younger 
every day. After all there is not much difference 
in our ages.” He was a man of about forty, only 
a few years older than myself. 
He told us all the news. It was two months old 
but I had heard hardly any news of the outside 
world for nearly a year. Nothing unusual had 
happened or seemed likely to happen. Peace 
reigned everywhere. He told us of the discovery 
