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's volubility and frankness, seemed to convince the officer
that there was no cause for suspicion, and he bid the former drive on,
an order most promptly obeyed; until at length the peasant escaping all
further impediments, reached the caravan party in safety.
He was warmly welcomed by his friends, who were making merry over cans
of their beloved quass and vodka; and having attended carefully to the
comforts of his charge, whom he covered up in his wagon, he joined his
comrades, and remained with them, until they stole off to rest in their
carts, the young peasant rolling himself up beneath the shelter of his
own telga.
The next morning they were all astir; but it was some time before they
were ready to begin their journey towards the south. The wounded man
was able to sit up among the merchandise, with which the telga of the
peasant was now loaded, the owner walking by its side; and as they
passed the gates of the city, he had a joke for each of the guards, who
after looking into each vehicle, allowed the caravan to pass on.
At a short distance, outside the gates of the city, they observed a
concourse of people assembled, when the wounded man inquired the cause
of the crowd. "It is only because a few people are going to be
knouted," answered one of the drivers, taking it as a thing of course.
As they passed close to the place of execution, the wounded man observed
one of the unfortunate culprits standing in a conspicuous situation,
just about to receive punishment. He uttered an exclamation, and seemed
as if he would rush forward to the rescue of the criminal; but his
weakness reminded him of his incapability even to walk, as with a look
of indignant regret, he sank back on his seat. The young peasant,
observing the movement, leaped quickly into the telga, urging on his
horse at a faster speed.
"Hist, Sir! hist! Would you spoil all, by want of caution?" he said,
"nothing can save the poor fellow, and I know he would rather die than
bring you into danger. The knowledge that you are safe will fully repay
him."
The caravan had now proceeded on some way, clouds of dust obscuring the
hateful scene from their eyes, and perchance, even among that servile
band of drovers, many a breast might have heaved, indignant at the
cruelty they had witnessed; for to their sorrow they knew, that the
innocent too often suffered punishment, due alone to the guilty, yet
none of them dared to utter their thoughts, even to their comrades. It
was some time before the young peasant could resume his gaiety, as he
returned to his post by the side of his telga; however, he at length
began to talk and laugh as before, his light-hearted companions quickly
dismissing all recollection of the scene they had witnessed.
Some versts further on, after charging his comrades not to mention his
having been with them, and receiving their cordial farewell, he drove
away rapidly along the bye road which there presented itself.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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