But the German Jew had recovered from his temporary indisposition, the cadaverous Persian had disappeared on deck, and the Armenian children had squalled themselves to sleep, so there was something, at least, to be thankful for.

Captain Z----, a tall, fair-haired Swede, who spoke English fluently, had been on this line for many years, and told us that for dangerous navigation, violent squalls, and thick fogs the Caspian has no equal.

Many vessels are lost yearly and never heard of again.

He also told us of a submarine city some miles out of Baku, called by the natives "Tchortorgorod," or "City of the Devil." "In calm, sunny weather," said Z----, "one can distinctly make out the streets and houses." The German Jew, of a facetious disposition, asked him whether he had not also seen people walking about; but Z---- treated the question with contemptuous silence.
Man is doomed to disappointment.

I woke at daylight next morning; to find the _Kaspia_ at anchor, pitching, rolling, and tugging at her moorings as if at any moment the cable might part.