The large one in the possession of Prince Dondoukoff Korsakoff, mentioned in the first chapter, was shot within a few miles of the place.
We arrived off Astara about 6.30 that evening.

It was too dark to see anything of the place, but I had, unfortunately for myself, plenty of opportunities of examining it minutely a couple of days later.

We weighed anchor again at nine o'clock, hoping, all being well, to reach Enzelli at daybreak.

The sea had now gone down, and things looked more promising.
My spirits rose at the thought of being able to land on the morrow.

I was even able to do justice to the abominable food set before us at dinner--greasy sausages and a leathery beefsteak, served on dirty plates and a ragged table-cloth that looked as if it had been used to clean the boiler.