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 travellers had full reason to congratulate themselves on escaping
the torrents of rain now rushing down from the thick-gathered clouds, as
they followed the Gipsy chief into his tent, the interior of which
seemed to afford better accommodation than its outward appearance had
promised. About midway, a curtain stretching the whole width of the
tent, now drawn up, exposed the whole of the interior at one view; but
on being unfolded, formed two distinct apartments. The furniture was of
the most simple description, consisting merely of several large chests,
on which were piled various rolls of skins and blankets, and a few
stools and benches. At one end, suspended against the sides of the
tent, hung a variety of kitchen utensils in the highest state of polish;
at the other, fire-arms of different sizes and workmanship,
powder-flasks, and shot-belts, and hunting-knives, picturesquely mingled
with the produce of the chase. There were also several planks intended
for tables, beds, or for seats. The ground was hidden from view by a
warm and soft carpet of skins; the selection of the spot was judicious,
for, being raised slightly above the surrounding land, it remained
perfectly dry, notwithstanding the flood of rain outside.
The only inmate of the tent, when the party entered, was a handsome
woman, whom the Gipsy introduced to the strangers as his wife. She was
busily employed in some housewifery occupation, which she quitted to
receive the visitors, assuming an air which would not have disgraced a
high-born lady, and then proceeded to prepare the evening repast.
A couple of chests were brought forward, upon which they laid a platform
of boards, forming an excellent table: this was quickly covered with an
abundance of cold provisions, fowls and game of various kinds, coarse
but sweet bread, and a bottle of Quass, the common beverage of the
country, manufactured from malt; nor were more potent spirits wanting to
cheer the guests.
Their host requested the young men to be seated at the table, while he
and his wife attended to their wants, nor would he be prevailed upon to
join them in their repast. "It behoves us," he replied, "to wait on
you, while our tent is honoured by your presence; and I pray you, Sirs,
to excuse my daughter Azila's absence, she has retired among the other
maidens of the tribe, to rest awhile after the fatigue her looks too
clearly betray she has suffered. I confess I am still ignorant of the
details of her adventure; it was sufficient at first for me to know that
you had conferred a benefit on one so dear to me.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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