PRINCE ZACHAR.

A circumstance occurred whilst we were at Govenskoy that inspired

me with respect for the greatness of soul, the courage, and the

_sang-froid_ exhibited by my friend, the Prince Zachar, and revealed

to me at once the cause of the great influence he possessed over the

Karaikees of the coast. My Klutchee Kyoorchiks begged of me to give

them some watky to buy reindeer, silk, parkas, and boots, and one of

the prince’s men, who had drunk too much of it, became quite furious.

With a large knife in his hand he sought the prince, crying out that

he was an unjust man, and he would stab him. The other Karaikees

tried in vain to stop him until he had got quite near to the prince’s

dwelling, when he called with all his force, “Come out, Zachar,

if you dare! I am prepared to kill you!” Zachar, who was quietly

drinking tea with me, heard all of a sudden this extraordinary

summons, which the interpreter immediately explained to me. The

prince put down his cup of tea and, rising slowly from his seat, went

out of the jourta. I followed him closely, with a pair of loaded

pistols, which I always kept ready in case of necessity. When he

perceived that I followed him he desired the interpreter would tell

me not to interfere, as he would very soon settle the affair himself.

During this time the drunken Karaikee foamed with rage and was trying

to extricate himself from the crowd that surrounded him. Zachar,

who had already thrown off his parka, now unbuttoned his shirt,

exposed his breast, and ordering the crowd to stand aside, advanced

boldly up to the Karaikee, and then, with a terrible voice and an

undaunted countenance, he said to him, “Here is the breast of your

prince; strike at it if you dare!” The Karaikee seemed thunderstruck;

he raised his hand, but was afraid to strike, and the knife fell to

the ground. “Coward,” said Zachar, “you have saved your life, for if

you had aimed a blow at me I would have thrown you down at the same

instant, and your own knife should have drawn your heart’s blood.”

He then ordered his men to confine him till he should be sober, and

returned with me to finish his tea.

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