Our lost explorers : the narrative of the Jeannette Arctic Expedition as related by the survivors, and in the records and last journals of Lieutenant De Long . listen to it, and insisted that Ishould remain at his house. I poured my complaint intothe ear of my driver that day, and though he understoodlittle of what I said lie did seize the main point, which wasthat I staid at Wankers against my will and preferred to goto Nishni Kolymsk. He said, Da, da, and meant yes,and here our conversation ended. He delivered me atWankers that night and departed early next morning. WANKER S HOME. 441 There
Our lost explorers : the narrative of the Jeannette Arctic Expedition as related by the survivors, and in the records and last journals of Lieutenant De Long . listen to it, and insisted that Ishould remain at his house. I poured my complaint intothe ear of my driver that day, and though he understoodlittle of what I said lie did seize the main point, which wasthat I staid at Wankers against my will and preferred to goto Nishni Kolymsk. He said, Da, da, and meant yes,and here our conversation ended. He delivered me atWankers that night and departed early next morning. WANKER S HOME. 441 There was one thing that struck me with considerableforce when my course was turned from the northern coastof Siberia into the Kolyma River. The second day of myjourney on that river, I noticed as we passed near the shore—first, higher grass than I had seen before, then a shortgrowth of bushes, then stunted shrubbery, and afterwardtwo solitary, lonely trees standing side by side. In thecourse of a few miles the trees became more numerousalong the banks of the river until I reached Wankers house,which is situated in a grove of trees thirty or more feet
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