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
The peasant seemed well acquainted with the city; for without once
deviating from his course, he quickly threaded its intricate streets.
Whatever was his business, he soon performed it; and on his return,
again joined the most convivial of his new friends, treating them from
his can of vodka, and singing songs to them till late at night. The
whole of the next day was spent by the carters in distributing the
contents of their vehicles to their different destinations, and in
reloading them with goods to convey to the south. The stranger peasant
having likewise apparently disposed of his cargo, returned with a very
light one, saying that he had a friend with a broken limb, whom he was
anxious to convey to his home in the country.
In the evening, he again unloaded his cart, leaving his goods under
charge of his friend the carter, and drove away in the direction he had
formerly taken; saying, before he went, that he should return with his
maimed companion. He drove his light cart quickly along the streets,
till he reached that part of the city before mentioned, as the
neighbourhood of the place in which the conspirators held their
meetings; when on his giving a low whistle, a lad sprang out from behind
a wall, and taking the place of the peasant, drove slowly on, the other
hastening to the door of the vault, in which Ivan had been so long
concealed.
"Is all safe?" he asked of the lad, who took his place. "Have you seen
none of the cursed police in the neighbourhood?"
"There is nothing to fear, and no one could pass near here, without my
seeing or hearing them," answered the boy.
The peasant gave the peculiar knock at the door of the vault, which
being opened by the old man, he immediately entered. No one appeared in
sight, as the telga drove up to the nearest spot, by which the door
could be approached; and without allowing it scarcely time to stop, the
peasant and a gipsy were seen, bearing the body of a man, wrapped up in
the folds of a peasant's dress, his head bandaged so as completely to
conceal his features. No sooner was he placed in the cart, reclining
his whole length at the bottom, than the young peasant, again taking the
reins, drove rapidly away. The old man was again left to his solitude,
and the two gipsies hastened off in an opposite direction.
The peasant proceeded quickly through the narrow and winding streets of
the city; once or twice the police seeming inclined to stop him, but as
he put on a careless air, whistling and singing as he drove along, they
did not think it necessary to interrupt his progress. At length,
however, an officer of police, in search of some of the conspirators,
who had as yet escaped detection, ordered him in an authoritative tone
to stop his telga. He instantly obeyed, uncovering the face of its
occupant, and displaying a profusion of red shaggy locks, and large
untrimmed beard; a cloth being bound round the head of the wounded man.
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