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0028 Overland to India : vol.1
インドへの陸路 : vol.1
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2   OVERLAND TO INDIA

CHAP.

We tarried a while in the roadstead of Sukhum-Kale ;

a couple of boats rowed by sinewy Abkhazians took off a

little cargo ; a boatman came on board and talked with

a young woman on the middle deck ; she burst into con-

tinuous weeping, and all efforts to console her were vain.

Her husband had been shot in a riot. She was one of

thousands and thousands of Russian women who wept in

those days. Her wailing sounded desperate and hopeless

above the raging of the storm till the end of the voyage.

Beyond Poti the violence of the storm increased, the

sky was blue-black, and the rain pelted on the deck and

the saloon windows, but we had only three hours more.

At midnight the vessel entered the harbour of Batum.

What a dismal landing ! Pouring rain, pitchy darkness

unbroken by lights, dead silence, no porters, no droskies,

and, worst of all, the news that railway traffic had been

stopped three days before. In fact, a great strike was in

progress, involving all departments of labour and trade.

However, under cover of the darkness, a couple of bold

dock-labourers ventured, in consideration of high pay, to

take charge of our luggage and guide us to the nearest

hotel, a regular den of thieves, full of rogues and vaga-

bonds. If they were detected as strike-breakers, they

would be mercilessly shot down, our porters assured us,

and we subsequently found that their statement was not

exaggerated.

I was on the way to Teheran. But I might well be

asked why on earth I chose just now the route through

the Caucasus, the most restless corner of the Russian

Empire. Well, when I left Constantinople on October

25, furnished with two special passports from the Russian

Ambassador Zinovieff, formerly Minister in Stockholm,

comparative quiet prevailed in Russia, and at least the

railways were being worked. My goal was Tibet, and I

had decided to travel overland to India. I had a choice of

three routes to the capital of Persia : (1) Batum—Tiflis-

Baku—Resht—Teheran ; (2) Batum —Tiflis— E rivan — N aki-

chevan — Tabriz — Teheran ; (3) Trebizond — Erzerum

Bayazid—Khoi—Tabriz, and Teheran. I knew the first of

old, and therefore wished to avoid it. The road from