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He stopped。 The voices appeared to come from a group of
passengers enveloped in cloaks and wraps。 It was impossible
to recognize them in the dark； though it sometimes happened that；
when the steamer's chimney sent forth a plume of ruddy flames；
the sparks seemed to fall amongst the group as though thousands
of spangles had been suddenly illuminated。
Michael was about to step up the ladder； when a few words reached his ear；
uttered in that strange tongue which he had heard during the night
at the fair。 Instinctively he stopped to listen。 Protected by
the shadow of the forecastle； he could not be perceived himself。
As to seeing the passengers who were talking； that was impossible。
He must confine himself to listening。
The first words exchanged were of no importanceto him at leastbut they
allowed him to recognize the voices of the man and woman whom he had heard
at Nijni…Novgorod。 This； of course； made him redouble his attention。
It was； indeed； not at all impossible that these same Tsiganes；
now banished； should be on board the Caucasus。
And it was well for him that he listened； for he distinctly
heard this question and answer made in the Tartar idiom：
〃It is said that a courier has set out from Moscow for Irkutsk。〃
〃It is so said； Sangarre； but either this courier will arrive too late；
or he will not arrive at all。〃
Michael Strogoff started involuntarily at this reply；
which concerned him so directly。 He tried to see if the man
and woman who had just spoken were really those whom he suspected；
but he could not succeed。
In a few moments Michael Strogoff had regained the stern of the vessel
without having been perceived； and； taking a seat by himself；
he buried his face in his hands。 It might have been supposed
that he was asleep。
He was not asleep； however； and did not even think of sleeping。
He was reflecting； not without a lively apprehension：
〃Who is it knows of my departure； and who can have any interest
in knowing it？〃
CHAPTER VIII GOING UP THE KAMA
THE next day； the 18th of July； at twenty minutes to seven in the morning；
the Caucasus reached the Kasan quay； seven versts from the town。
Kasan is situated at the confluence of the Volga
and Kasanka。 It is an important chief town of the government；
and a Greek archbishopric； as well as the seat of a university。
The varied population preserves an Asiatic character。
Although the town was so far from the landing…place； a large
crowd was collected on the quay。 They had come for news。
The governor of the province had published an order identical
with that of Nijni…Novgorod。 Police officers and a few Cossacks kept
order among the crowd； and cleared the way both for the passengers
who were disembarking and also for those who were embarking on
board the Caucasus； minutely examining both classes of travelers。
The one were the Asiatics who were being expelled； the other；
mujiks stopping at Kasan。
Michael Strogoff unconcernedly watched the bustle which occurs at
all quays on the arrival of a steam vessel。 The Caucasus would stay
for an hour to renew her fuel。 Michael did not even think of landing。
He was unwilling to leave the young Livonian girl alone on board；
as she had not yet reappeared on deck。
The two journalists had risen at dawn； as all good huntsmen should do。
They went on shore and mingled with the crowd； each keeping to his own
peculiar mode of proceeding； Harry Blount； sketching different types；
or noting some observation； Alcide Jolivet contenting himself with
asking questions； confiding in his memory； which never failed him。
There was a report along all the frontier that the insurrection and
invasion had reached considerable proportions。 Communication between
Siberia and the empire was already extremely difficult。
All this Michael Strogoff heard from the new arrivals。
This information could not but cause him great uneasiness；
and increase his wish of being beyond the Ural Mountains；
so as to judge for himself of the truth of these rumors；
and enable him to guard against any possible contingency。
He was thinking of seeking more direct intelligence from some
native of Kasan； when his attention was suddenly diverted。
Among the passengers who were leaving the Caucasus； Michael
recognized the troop of Tsiganes who； the day before；
had appeared in the Nijni…Novgorod fair。 There； on the deck
of the steamboat were the old Bohemian and the woman。
With them； and no doubt under their direction； landed about
twenty dancers and singers； from fifteen to twenty years of age；
wrapped in old cloaks； which covered their spangled dresses。
These dresses； just then glancing in the first rays of the sun；
reminded Michael of the curious appearance which he had observed
during the night。 It must have been the glitter of those spangles
in the bright flames issuing from the steamboat's funnel
which had attracted his attention。
〃Evidently；〃 said Michael to himself； 〃this troop of Tsiganes； after
remaining below all day； crouched under the forecastle during the night。
Were these gipsies trying to show themselves as little as possible？
Such is not according to the usual custom of their race。〃
Michael Strogoff no longer doubted that the expressions he had heard；
had proceeded from this tawny group； and had been exchanged between
the old gypsy and the woman to whom he gave the Mongolian name
of Sangarre。 Michael involuntarily moved towards the gangway；
as the Bohemian troop was leaving the steamboat。
The old Bohemian was there； in a humble attitude；
little conformable with the effrontery natural to his race。
One would have said that he was endeavoring rather to avoid
attention than to attract it。 His battered hat； browned by the suns
of every clime； was pulled forward over his wrinkled face。
His arched back was bent under an old cloak； wrapped closely
round him； notwithstanding the heat。 It would have been difficult；
in this miserable dress； to judge of either his size or face。
Near him was the Tsigane； Sangarre； a woman about thirty years old。
She was tall and well made； with olive complexion； magnificent eyes；
and golden hair。
Many of the young dancers were remarkably pretty； all possessing
the clear…cut features of their race。 These Tsiganes are generally
very attractive； and more than one of the great Russian nobles；
who try to vie with the English in eccentricity； has not
hesitated to choose his wife from among these gypsy girls。
One of them was humming a song of strange rhythm； which might
be thus rendered：
〃Glitters brightly the gold
In my raven locks streaming
Rich coral around
My graceful neck gleaming；
Like a bird of the air；
Through the wide world I roam。〃
The laughing girl continued her song； but Michael Strogoff ceased
to listen。 It struck him just then that the Tsigane； Sangarre；
was regarding him with a peculiar gaze； as if to fix his features
indelibly in her memory。
It was but for a few moments； when Sangarre herself followed
the old man and his troop； who had already left the vessel。
〃That's a bold gypsy；〃 said Michael to himself。
〃Could she have recognized me as the man whom she saw at
Nijni…Novgorod？ These confounded Tsiganes have the eyes of a cat！
They can see in the dark； and that woman there might well know〃
Michael Strogoff was on the point of following Sangarre
and the gypsy band； but he stopped。 〃No；〃 thought he；
〃no unguarded proceedings。 If I were to stop that old
fortune teller and his companions my incognito would run
a risk of being discovered。 Besides； now they have landed；
before they can pass the frontier I shall be far beyond it。
They may take the route from Kasan to Ishim； but that affords
no resources to travelers。 Besides a tarantass； drawn by good
Siberian horses； will always go faster than a gypsy cart！
Come； friend Korpanoff； be easy。〃
By this time the man and Sangarre had disappeared。
Kasan is justly called the 〃Gate of Asia〃 and considered as the center
of Siberian and Bokharian commerce； for two roads begin here and lead
across the Ural Mountains。 Michael Strogoff had very judiciously
chosen the one by Perm and Ekaterenburg。 It is the great stage road；
well supplied with relays kept at the expense of the government；
and is prolonged from Ishim to Irkutsk。
It is true that a second routethe one of which Michael had just spoken
avoiding the slight detour by Perm； also connects Kasan with Ishim。 It is
perhaps shorter than the other； but this advantage is much diminished
by the absence of post…houses； the bad roads； and lack of villages。
Michael Strogoff was right in the choice he had made； and if；
as appeared probable； the gipsies should follow the second route from
Kasan to Ishim； he had every chance of arriving before them。
An hour afterwards the bell rang on board the Caucasus；
calling the new passengers； and recalling the former ones。
It was now seven o'clock in the morning。 The requisite fuel
had been received on board。 The whole vessel began to vibrate
from the effects of the steam。 She was ready to start。
Passengers going from Kasan to Perm were crowding on the de