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
"Forsooth, boy, the name is a pretty one," said Ivan, "and Conrin will
we call you. You seem fatigued and weary; and now that you have
satisfied your hunger, lie down and rest, for you have yet many a weary
mile to travel, ere you can reach the shrines of the holy saints."
The boy indeed seemed unwilling to enter into conversation, listening
however with earnest attention to the words which fell from the seeming
old men's lips, and as they ceased speaking, he retired to a corner of
the room, where throwing himself on a bench, and wrapping his cloak
close around him, he placed his head on a bundle he carried, and
composed himself to sleep. The poor boy was evidently weary, and
unaccustomed to the fatigues he had undergone on his journey, and though
dressed as a common peasant, there was much greater neatness and care
displayed than usual, the cloak also being a luxury few of his class
possessed.
The storm continued raging furiously as before, and as there were no
beds in the house, nor any thing like such a comfort, the two travellers
were fain to repose as best they might, on the hard benches placed
against the wall.
On the next morning by break of day, their new companion was already on
foot, prepared to start, when the storm having passed away, the whole
party set forward on their journey. They had not proceeded many miles,
when Javis informed his companions, that there was a cottage in the
neighbourhood, from whence he could procure a conveyance to carry them
on at a faster rate; and begging them to rest for a while, he went in
search of it, and soon returned, driving a small vehicle capable of
containing all the three. In this carriage they travelled till the end
of the next day, when Javis again found a fresh horse, so that by thus
frequently changing both horse and carriage, in a few days they reached
the neighbourhood of their destination.
A distance now remained, which would take them two days to perform on
foot, it being necessary to travel thus in their assumed characters of
pilgrims, for already had they overtaken large crowds, all hastening to
the same destination.
The pilgrims travelled in bands of one or two hundred, of both sexes,
and of all ages; the hoary headed grandsire and the athletic youth, aged
women and laughing maidens, the old supporting their weary limbs on
their staves, while by their side ran young children of all ages. The
troop headed by a white bearded monk, leaning on a long staff, clothed
in sackcloth and bare-footed, chaunting forth songs of encouragement to
the weary, and praise to heaven.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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