Note 1 — Chapter XLV · THE LOWER AMUR.

This was bad enough, but not all. There was no inn, post-house, or hotel in the place; the only lodging that offered was a room constructed on a floating barge, without beds or bedsteads, and in which might sleep, on the seats or the floor, Russians, Chinese, Manchu, or anyone else that chose. Here, however, my Finnish friend, M. Kruskopf, came to my aid, and volunteered to get me a bed at the telegraph station, an offer I should thankfully have accepted, but the captain of the Zeya consented to my sleeping on board till morning, when he expected to go back.