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Spring Scenes in Samara. 112
Governor of Samara to inquire into the sanitary condition of
the district, on his return journey. We met at a village seven
miles off, where I found him engaged in a four hours’ dinner
with a Government official. In high spirits they drove off in
the latter’s carriage, I following in our tarantan. Eight miles
of fast driving brought us to a priest’s house, where we were
invited to tea and wine. The doctor and the official took leave
in Russian fashion, kissing each other three times, and we set
out on our thirty miles to the railway station, the doctor
ensuring our punctual arrival by plying the driver with vodka.
I was tired, and asked the doctor to get my ticket, giving him
a ten-rouble note—the fare was six or seven roubles. As we
got into the train he said my ticket was all right, but in one of
the iutervals of my dozing on the train, I overheard him say to
the conductor, " This gentleman is sent from America with
bread for the starving; he ought to have a free passage."
The conductor agreed, but at Samara the doctor returned me
—not the ten-rouble note, but my change. I had been inclined
to agree to his request that I should get some of the American
gifts sent to him for his relief work, but this little incident
-changed my mind.
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