Walls, beds, tables, and floors were plentifully covered with these disagreeable insects.

The Russians do not appear to mind them, and probably any one residing in that region would soon be accustomed to their presence.

Occasionally they are found in bread and soup, and do not improve the flavor.
Life on the steamboat was a trifle monotonous, but I found something new daily.

Our steward (who is called _Boofetchee_ in Russian) brought me water for washing when I rose in the morning, and the samovar with tea when I was dressed.

Borasdine rose about the time I did and joined me at tea.