The Circassian Chief: A Romance of Russia — John Shaqi
The Circassian Chief: A Romance of RussiaKingston, William Henry Giles
History
The Circassian Chief: A Romance of Russia
Kingston, William Henry Giles
Caucasus -- History -- Juvenile fiction
As she spoke, she pointed to an opening among the trees, through which
were seen dense masses of clouds fast gathering on the sky. "If you
despise not the humble shelter of a gipsy tent, you will there be
treated to the best of our means, for the people of my tribe, though
rough and fierce in aspect, will vie with each other in shewing their
attention and devotion to those who have rescued one of their daughters
from peril."
A determination not to leave the young Gipsy, until they had escorted
her to a place of safety, added to a natural feeling of curiosity to
learn something of the beautiful creature whom chance had introduced to
them under such exciting circumstances, prompted both Ivan and Thaddeus
to accept her offer of hospitality without hesitation.
Although but a few minutes previously, the sky over head had been bright
and clear, the storm which their guide had predicted, now threatened to
overtake them, as the heavens became overcast with a dark canopy of
clouds.
Once more pressing their jaded horses, they galloped on for several
miles, scarcely noticing the nature of the country through which they
passed, until they arrived at a spot so thickly wooded as to render a
passage impracticable. Their conductress, however, advancing a little
to the right, led them along a path formed apparently by the hand of
nature, through a narrow entrance, winding in various directions, and
widening as they proceeded, till they suddenly emerged into a sylvan
amphitheatre carpeted with soft green turf. In one part of the
wood-encircled glade, arose a group of tents, surrounded by waggons;
whilst horses and other cattle tethered hard by, were browsing on the
luxuriant pasture.
The approach of the party was immediately announced by the loud barking
of several large shaggy dogs, who rushed forward with open jaws,
prepared to attack all intruders; but no sooner did the savage animals
hear the silvery tone of the guide's voice, than their angry growl was
changed into a cry of joy, as leaping up they fawned on her, and
endeavoured to gain her caresses. They were quickly recalled by a man
who issued from the shelter of the waggons, armed with a long gun; he,
on recognising the Gipsy maiden advanced without any parley, to hold her
horse's rein, as she dismounted, springing lightly on the turf. A
shrill whistle from him brought out two rough looking little urchins,
who, at his sign, ran quickly forward to perform the same office for the
strangers.
After exchanging a few words with the attendant, in a language
unintelligible to Ivan and Thaddeus, their guide led the way towards a
tent, which, from its size appeared to be the principal in the
encampment: like the rest it was formed of skins neatly sewn together,
affording a secure shelter from the weather.
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