"There's nothing to be done for it," says he to himself. "I will push on as long as my strength holds out; for if I sit down, then I shall not get up again. If I do not reach the fortress before it is daylight, then I will lie down in the woods and spend the day, and start on to-morrow night again." He walked all night. Once he passed two Tatars on horseback, but he heard them at some distance, and hid behind a tree. Already the moon was beginning to pale, the dew had fallen, it was near dawn, and Zhilin had not reached the end of the forest. "Well," says he to himself, "I will go thirty steps farther, strike into the forest, and sit down." He went thirty steps, and sees the end of the forest. He went to the edge; it was broad daylight. Before him, as on the palm of his hand, were the steppe and the fortress; and on the left, not far away on the mountain-side, fires were burning, or dying out; the smoke rose, and men were moving around the watch-fires. He looks, and sees the gleaming of fire-arms: Cossacks, soldiers! Zhilin was overjoyed. He gathered his remaining strength, and walked down the mountain. And he says to himself, "God help me, if a mounted Tatar should get sight of me on this bare field! I should not escape him, even though I am so near." Even while these thoughts are passing through his mind, he sees at the left, on a hillock not fourteen hundred feet away, three Tatars on the watch. They caught sight of him,--bore down upon him. Then his heart failed within him. Waving his arms, he shouted at the top of his voice, "Brothers! help, brothers!" Our men heard him,--mounted Cossacks dashed out toward him. The Cossacks were far off, the Tatars near. And now Zhilin collected his last remaining energies, seized his clog with his hand, ran toward the Cossacks, and, without any consciousness of feeling, crossed himself and cried, "Brothers, brothers, brothers!" The Cossacks were fifteen in number. The Tatars were dismayed. Before they reached him, they stopped short. And Zhilin reached the Cossacks. The Cossacks surrounded him, and questioned him: "Who are you?" "What is your name?" "Where did you come from?" But Zhilin was almost beside himself; he wept, and kept on shouting, "Brothers, brothers!" The soldiers hastened up, and gathered around him; one brought him bread, another kasha-gruel, another vodka, another threw a cloak around him, still another broke his chains. The officers recognized him, they brought him into the fortress. The soldiers were delighted, his comrades pressed into Zhilin's room. Zhilin told them what had happened to him, and he ended his tale with the words,-- "That's the way I went home and got married! No, I see that such is not to be my fate." And he remained in the service in the Caucasus. At the end of a month Kostuilin was ransomed for five thousand rubles. He was brought home scarcely alive. * * * * * COUNT TOLSTOÏ'S WORKS.