to keep guard over the quays and prevent
rioting by the turbulent Russian sailors. Their undying enmity had been
earned by the well-meant but untactful, yes, to the sailors apparently
treacherous, conduct of General Poole toward them on the Russian ships
in the Murmansk when he got them off on a pretext and then seized the
ships to prevent their falling into the hands of the Red Guards. And
while the doughboys on the railroad and Kodish fronts in the fall were
occasionally to run up against the hard-fighting Russian sailors who had
fled south to Petrograd and volunteered their services to Trotsky to go
north and fight the Allied expeditionary forces, these doughboys doing
guard duty in Archangel over the remnants of stores and supplies which
the Bolo had not already stolen or sunk in the Dvina River, were
constantly menaced by these surly, scowling sailors at Solombola and in
Archangel.

Really it is no wonder that the several Allied troop barracks were
always guarded by machine guns and automatics. Rumor at the base always
magnified the action at the front and always fancied riot and uprising
in every group of gesticulating Russkis seen at a dusky corner of the
city.

The Supply Company of the regiment became the supply unit for all the
American forces under Captain Wade and was quartered at Bakaritza, being
protected by various units of Allied forces. "Finish" the package of
Russki horse skin and bones which the boys "skookled" from the natives,
that is, bought from the natives, became the most familiar sight on the
quays, drawing the strange-looking but cleverly constructed drosky, or
cart, bucking into his collar under the yoke and pulling with all his
sturdy will, not minding the American "whoa" but obedient enough when
the doughboy learned to sputter the Russki "br-r-r br-r-r."

Archangel is situated on one of the arms of the Dvina River which deltas
into the White Sea. Out of the enormous interior of North Russia,
gathering up the melted snows of a million square miles of seven-foot
snow and the steady June rains and the weeks of fall rains, the great
Mississippi of North Russia moves down to the sea, sweeping with deep
wide current great volumes of reddish sediment and secretions which give
it the name Dvina. And the arm of the Arctic Ocean into which it carries
its loads of silt and leachings, and upon which it floats the
fishermen's bottoms or the merchantmen's steamers, is called the White
Sea. Rightly nam