Dariel: A Romance of SurreyBlackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
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Dariel: A Romance of Surrey
Blackmore, R. D. (Richard Doddridge)
Surrey (England) -- Fiction
"He told me that trusty friends near the Georgian capital had informed
him that the early summer heat had made the city in the deep hollow by
the river almost unbearable for ladies of the north; and therefore the
wives and daughters of the principal Russian officers, together with the
noblest of the Georgian women, had been sent to a cooler spot among the
hills in the healthy district of Kahiti, celebrated for its vineyards.
Little expecting any danger there so far from the Lesghian outposts,
they were lodged in a pleasant place under canvas, guarded by a scanty
detachment of Cossacks, most of whom had been invalided from the war.
Pounce upon them suddenly, and what could they do but scream? Even this
they would not do very long, according to Shamyl's opinion, but soon be
happy when they found themselves made much of, and enjoy the romance of
the situation, and the high price put upon them. This prediction, to my
surprise, proved wonderfully correct; for many of the younger ladies
permanently added to the beauty of our country and the quality of its
inhabitants; while those who preferred restoration declared that they
would have no higgling about them,--if their husbands attempted to
cheapen their price, let them even remain among the gallant men who put
them at a higher figure. But this is a later matter, and I only mention
it to show the good feeling we created.
"Litters, and light carts, and other conveyances were sent in advance of
us over the worst places, with orders to wait in a valley we described;
and with all the best horses we could procure, we set forth at sunrise
one summer morning, so as to traverse the most dangerous part of the
journey in good daylight. We rode very leisurely to keep our horses
fresh, until in the afternoon of the second day, we halted in a hollow
of the lower mountains to make a good meal, and learn more exactly where
the encampment of the ladies was. Here were a hundred of us, all good
horsemen, and accustomed to despise the enemy,--not for want of courage,
but for want of wit. In courage they were quite our equals, for they
never seemed to care much about their lives; but when briskness and
readiness turned the issue, the vigour of the free man could upset the
bulk of serfs. This we had proved a hundred times against the weight of
numbers.
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