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
As Ivan and Thaddeus rode past the several groups, the latter testified
the utmost respect for their leader's guests.
The party travelled on for several hours, halting only for a short time
to rest, till the fast-flowing stream of the majestic Volga first met
their view, rushing onward in its unimpeded course towards the east,
until it empties its mighty volume of waters into the far distant
Caspian. Here the order was given to encamp, and a fitting spot being
selected at a short distance from the river, the whole party were soon
actively engaged in unloading the waggons, and in erecting their frail
tenements.
"My worthy friend," said Ivan, addressing their host, "time urges us to
pursue our journey, and with many thanks for your hospitality, we must
bid you farewell."
"Well, Sirs," he replied, "since it is your wish to depart from us, I
must needs yield, though I would fain have persuaded you to remain
longer among us, to have seen more of the independent wild life we lead;
yet, ere you go, there is one here, who would again assure you of her
gratitude for your timely assistance in her rescue; and, for my part,
although it may seem presumptuous in me to make the offer, yet should
you ever be in difficulty or danger, let me know of it, and I may be
perhaps able to afford you more aid, than other friends in a higher
station may be willing to effect."
Her father summoned Azila, when the maiden advanced with timid and
bashful steps, followed at a short distance by the aged Hagar, who
tottered in her walk as she came forward.
Already had the strangers paid their adieus to the Gipsy's wife, when
turning round they perceived Azila standing near them, with her arms
crossed on her bosom, and her eyes cast on the ground.
"Adieu, noble Sirs," she exclaimed in faltering tones, while tears
glistened in her eyes, which shone more brightly than before, undimmed
by those eloquent vouchers of her feelings, "the remembrance of your
gallant bearing will ever dwell in the mind of the humble Gipsy girl,
and though she may never be able to shew any other mark of her
gratitude, receive all she has to give--her deep and sincere thanks."
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
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