Postnikov Fedor Alexis. Our Little Cossack Cousin in Siberia
PREFACE
CHAPTER I. CHILDHOOD ADVENTURE
CHAPTER II. THE FIRST DEER OF THE SEASON
CHAPTER III. THE BOOTY SECURED
CHAPTER IV. A BIG CATCH AND NEW PREPARATIONS
CHAPTER V "THE KETA ARE COMING!"
CHAPTER VI. TIGER! TIGER!
CHAPTER VII. THE NIGHT ALARM
CHAPTER VIII. WHAT CAME FROM ATTENDING A SKODKA
CHAPTER IX. THE HUNT
CHAPTER X. THE HUNT – CONTINUED
CHAPTER XI. A JOURNEY
CHAPTER XII. A GARRISON TOWN
CHAPTER XIII. A COSSACK DRILL
CHAPTER XIV. AN EVENING VISIT
CHAPTER XV. LENT AND EASTER
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No, indeed, we don't sleep through our Siberian winters, nor do we coddle ourselves hanging around a fire, – not we Cossack1 children.
I was brought up in Eastern Siberia, in a Russian settlement, on the Ussuri River, about fifty or sixty miles from where it joins the Amur. These settlements, you ought to know, were first established in the year 1857, in order to show the neighboring Manchus where Russian boundaries ended. The first were along the Amur, the later along the Ussuri River. No doubt I owe much of my hardiness to the fact that my ancestors were among the involuntary pioneers sent here by our government.2
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It was a regular Siberian winter morning, dry and clear. The sun was still in the east over the high Russian bank, so that it fell full on the approaching Chinaman, as we called him. The snow flew out like sparks of fire from under the hoofs of his horse, accompanied by a peculiar crunching sound. When a few hundred feet from us, the Manchurian changed the gallop to an easy trot.
"How a ma?"4 he said, when he had come up, surveying us with a broad smile.
