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re for purposes of observation。 However； now he was rendered harmless； because the road between him and Irkutsk was interrupted。 Still from Biisk in the Altai country had just come a very important commissar。
〃Gorokoff？〃 I asked。
〃That's what he calls himself；〃 replied the old fellow； 〃but I am also from Biisk and I know everyone there。 His real name is Pouzikoff and the short…haired girl with him is his mistress。 He is the commissar of the 'Cheka' and she is the agent of this establishment。 Last August the two of them shot with their revolvers seventy bound officers from Kolchak's army。 Villainous； cowardly murderers！ Now they have come here for a reconnaissance。 They wanted to stay in my house but I knew them too well and refused them place。〃
〃And you do not fear him？〃 I asked； remembering the different words and glances of these people as they sat at the table in the station。
〃No；〃 answered the old man。 〃I know how to defend myself and my family and I have a protector toomy son； such a shot； a rider and a fighter as does not exist in all Mongolia。 I am very sorry that you will not make the acquaintance of my boy。 He has gone off to the herds and will return only tomorrow evening。〃
We took most cordial leave of each other and I promised to stop with him on my return。
〃Well； what yarns did Bobroff tell you about us？〃 was the question with which Kanine and Gorokoff met me when I came back to the station。
〃Nothing about you；〃 I answered； 〃because he did not even want to speak with me when he found out that I was staying in your house。 What is the trouble between you？〃 I asked of them； expressing complete astonishment on my face。
〃It is an old score；〃 growled Gorokoff。
〃A malicious old churl；〃 Kanine added in agreement； the while the frightened； suffering…laden eyes of his wife again gave expression to terrifying horror； as if she momentarily expected a deadly blow。 Gorokoff began to pack his luggage in preparation for the journey with us the following morning。 We prepared our simple beds in an adjoining room and went to sleep。 I whispered to my friend to keep his revolver handy for anything that might happen but he only smiled as he dragged his revolver and his ax from his coat to place them under his pillow。
〃This people at the outset seemed to me very suspicious；〃 he whispered。 〃They are cooking up something crooked。 Tomorrow I shall ride behind this Gorokoff and shall prepare for him a very faithful one of my bullets； a little dum…dum。〃
The Mongols spent the night under their tent in the open court beside their camels； because they wanted to be near to feed them。 About seven o'clock we started。 My friend took up his post as rear guard to our caravan； keeping all the time behind Gorokoff； who with his sister； both armed from tip to toe； rode splendid mounts。
〃How have you kept your horses in such fine condition coming all the way from Samgaltai？〃 I inquired as I looked over their fine beasts。
When he answered that these belonged to his host； I realized that Kanine was not so poor as he made out； for any rich Mongol would have given him in exchange for one of these lovely animals enough sheep to have kept his household in mutton for a whole year。
Soon we came to a large swamp surrounded by dense brush； where I was much astonished by seeing literally hundreds of white kuropatka or partridges。 Out of the water rose a flock of duck with a mad rush as we hove in sight。 Winter； cold driving wind； snow and wild ducks！ The Mongol explained it to me thus：
〃This swamp always remains warm and never freezes。 The wild ducks live here the year round and the kuropatka too； finding fresh food in the soft warm earth。〃
As I was speaking with the Mongol I noticed over the swamp a tongue of reddish…yellow flame。 It flashed and disappeared at once but later； on the farther edge； two further tongues ran upward。 I realized that here was the real will…o'…the…wisp surrounded by so many thousands of legends and explained so simply by chemistry as merely a flash of methane or swamp gas generated by the putrefying of vegetable matter in the warm damp earth。
〃Here dwell the demons of Adair； who are in perpetual war with those of Muren；〃 explained the Mongol。
〃Indeed；〃 I thought； 〃if in prosaic Europe in our days the inhabitants of our villages believe these flames to be some wild sorcery； then surely in the land of mystery they must be at least the evidences of war between the demons of two neighboring rivers！〃
After passing this swamp we made out far ahead of us a large monastery。 Though this was some half mile off the road； the Gorokoffs said they would ride over to it to make some purchases in the Chinese shops there。 They quickly rode away； promising to overtake us shortly； but we did not see them again for a while。 They slipped away without leaving any trail but we met them later in very unexpected circumstances of fatal portent for them。 On our part we were highly satisfied that we were rid of them so soon and； after they were gone； I imparted to my friend the information gleaned from Bobroff the evening before。
CHAPTER XXIII
ON A VOLCANO
The following evening we arrived at Khathyl； a small Russian settlement of ten scattered houses in the valley of the Egingol or Yaga； which here takes its waters from the Kosogol half a mile above the village。 The Kosogol is a huge Alpine lake； deep and cold； eighty…five miles in length and from ten to thirty in width。 On the western shore live the Darkhat Soyots； who call it Hubsugul； the Mongols； Kosogol。 Both the Soyots and Mongols consider this a terrible and sacred lake。 It is very easy to understand this prejudice because the lake lies in a region of present volcanic activity； where in the summer on perfectly calm sunny days it sometimes lashes itself into great waves that are dangerous not only to the native fishing boats but also to the large Russian passenger steamers that ply on the lake。 In winter also it sometimes entirely breaks up its covering of ice and gives off great clouds of steam。 Evidently the bottom of the lake is sporadically pierced by discharging hot springs or； perhaps； by streams of lava。 Evidence of some great underground convulsion like this is afforded by the mass of killed fish which at times dams the outlet river in its shallow places。 The lake is exceedingly rich in fish； chiefly varieties of trout and salmon； and is famous for its wonderful 〃white fish；〃 which was previously sent all over Siberia and even down into Manchuria so far as Moukden。 It is fat and remarkably tender and produces fine caviar。 Another variety in the lake is the white khayrus or trout； which in the migration season； contrary to the customs of most fish； goes down stream into the Yaga； where it sometimes fills the river from bank to bank with swarms of backs breaking the surface of the water。 However； this fish is not caught； because it is infested with worms and is unfit for food。 Even cats and dogs will not touch it。 This is a very interesting phemonenon and was being investigated and studied by Professor Dorogostaisky of the University at Irkutsk when the coming of the Bolsheviki interrupted his work。
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