File:Side-lights on Siberia (1898), page 252, Guarding the pit-head.jpg

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Title: Side-lights on Siberia; some account of the great Siberian railroad, the prisons and exile system;
Year: 1898 (1890s)
Authors: Simpson, James Young, 1873-1934
Subjects: Prisons -- Soviet Union Exiles -- Russia (Federation) Siberia Siberia (Russia) -- Description and travel
Publisher: Edinburgh and London : W. Blackwood and Sons
Contributing Library: University of California Libraries
Digitizing Sponsor: MSN

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hile the inner room was subdivided into two, andbuilt partly of logs. About the door of each hut played amotley group of horses, pigs, cows, calves, hens, and dirtylittle children, under the eyes of the ill-dressed followers ofthe law-breakers. At the far end of the street one walkedinto rich pasture-land, where within 20 yards of this squalorwere flowering edelweiss, yellow poppies, bluebells, and richpeonies. Farther down in the sleepy hollow some convictswere drawing water, and in the low scrub that clothed thebase of the hillside stood four sentries, at corners of animaginary square, watching them, their white jackets justrising above the green. When I rejoined the vice-governor, who had been photo-graphing the prison from the end of the line of cabins, hewas engaged in earnest conversation with a middle-agedman. There was a quiet proud look about the latter thatat once attracted one, dwelling as it did in a face with which,on the whole, Time had not dealt roughly, while his clear
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THE VICTORY OF TRUTH. 253 grey eyes glowed with suppressed emotion. It was curious,he was saying to the vice-governor,—remarkable. I declaredfrom the beginning that I was not guilty, but somehow every-thing that I said seemed to turn against me. My innocencywas clear as the noonday sun to my mind, and yet I couldnot prove it: whatever evidence I brought, by some remark-able perversion went against me. He had been sentencedto hard labour for life for the murder of a man who hadmysteriously disappeared from a Eussian village. Suspicionhad fallen on him, as he was the last to be seen with themissing man; but at the trial, as he remarked, he wasdamned in some hideous way by his own evidence, do whathe liked. And now, after ten years, the man who had sostrangely disappeared, and who was supposed to have beenmurdered by our story-teller, had returned to his village inEussia, having himself run off conscience-struck on someaccount. Less than a week before, the man who faced ushad received

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