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
He spoke, to satisfy his doubts, but receiving no answer, and drowsiness
again returning, he turned on his couch to recompose himself to sleep,
when by the dim light which now issued from the lamp, he fancied that he
saw a light airy figure gliding from the tent. Yet fully aware of his
own feverish state, he attributed the idea to a delusion of the brain;
nor had he much time to think on the subject ere he again sank into a
sound and balmy slumber.
Volume 1, Chapter III.
Daylight was streaming brightly through the opening of the tent, when
Ivan was awakened by the cheerful voice of his host in conversation with
his friend, who had already risen. To their inquiries, he declared
himself well nigh, if not entirely recovered, since he was able to rise
and dress without feeling any inconvenience from his wound; nor did he
consider it necessary to call in again the assistance of Hagar, so
efficacious had been her remedies. He was soon, therefore, on his feet,
and accompanied Thaddeus and their host into the woods surrounding the
encampment; the latter carrying his gun, his constant companion he
informed them, in case any game should cross the path.
"So, my worthy host," said Thaddeus, "your camp has escaped an attack
from our enemies."
"I little feared them," answered the Gipsy, "as I considered that the
Count Erintoff, and his myrmidons lacked the courage to attack us,
however powerful his inclination to possess himself of my daughter, for
they knew that we should be prepared for them. Let them do their worst;
we, the outcasts of society, and despised of men, fear them not. Thus
it is, Sirs, in this unhappy country, where the haughty nobles trample
on, and oppress the soulless, and therefore helpless people; but let
them not suppose that we are of the same mould as those over whom they
tyrannise! No, if we cannot oppose them by open force, we can summon to
our aid our wit and stratagem.
"They have to learn also that a day of dreadful retribution is at hand;
that it will come, when least they expect it. The people will soon be
aware of their own strength, however ignorant they may now be of it, and
will then no longer submit to bear the chains of servitude, to which
they now patiently offer their necks. But your pardon, noble Sirs, you
yourselves are of the privileged order, and it may not please you to
hear your equals thus spoken of with disrespect; though I deem you both
very different in nature from those I have described, and consequently
know that I can trust in you, or I would not thus unburden my tongue."
Ivan was surprised to hear a man, whom he imagined to be a wild,
unlettered Gipsy, give utterance to ideas so similar to those which had
been passing through his own mind; but still unwilling to express his
own sentiments to a stranger, he merely assured him that what he had
said, gave no offence, either to his friend or to himself; and he
strengthened the assurance by warmly wringing the Gipsy's hard hand as
he spoke.
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