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
Every body was eager for information respecting the movements of the
Russians, some spending the day in anxiously watching the fort, while
others were occupied in deep deliberation as to their future
proceedings. The Dehli Khans, or young men, employed themselves in
those warlike exercises which inure their bodies to fatigue, and make
them hardy warriors.
By the Hadji's direction, the dress of the Armenian was given up to
Javis. When the evening drew on, and he appeared habited in it, the
bystanders started with amazement, thinking that the pedlar had arisen
from the dead, so completely had he disguised himself. As soon as it
was dark, he set forward, led by his former guide, and accompanied by
Ivan, whose anxiety for the safety of his follower, and desire to see
his friend, made him wish to remain as near as possible until the
adventure should be terminated.
As Javis arrived at the outer picquet, he gave the right answer to the
sentry's challenge, and was allowed to pass on, while Ivan remained
concealed among the rocks.
"Who goes there?" cried the sentinel, at the gates of the fort.
"A friend to Russia," he answered. "The word, `The Eagle of Russia.'"
The drawbridge was lowered. The pretended Armenian entered the fort.
The officer of the guard, unsuspicious of any deceit, ordered a soldier
to conduct the spy to the quarters of the governor.
As the adventurer and his guard got beyond hearing of the people at the
gates--
"My friend," said the former, addressing the soldier in Russian, and
slipping some coin into his hand, "I know my way to the governor's
quarters well enough by this time; here, take this to carouse with. You
have a hard life of it here, I suspect. Ah! you thought I could not
speak in your own language. Why, man, I come from your part of the
country, and would ask a favour of you. I am in no hurry to see the
governor, so we will not hasten, as I am before the time appointed, and
he loves not irregularity. Now say, how do you like the life you lead
here?"
"Why, I do not like it at all," answered the man; "for we have nothing
but hard blows, and get no rest from those infernal mountaineers, as we
cannot tell from one moment to another when they may be upon us. If we
wander but a few yards beyond the fort, some of our men are certain to
be picked off by their rifles. Then there is no booty to be gained, nor
amusement of any sort."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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