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
After those scenes, if such had ever been presented to his sight, the
tablet of his memory, for a lapse of time, remained a complete blank,
and his first clear remembrance was of the Chateau of the Baron
Galetzoff, when he found himself loved and petted by its inmates, and
even treated by its haughty Lord with as much kindness as his capricious
nature would allow, and with much more than he seemed to bestow on any
other human being.
Once only had Ivan mentioned the obscure recollection of his infant
years to his fair protectress, but she had, in a passionate flood of
tears, charged him, as he valued her love and happiness, never to allude
to the subject again.
With advancing years, the visions faded gradually from his mind, or if
he thought of them, he considered them but as a dream of childhood, and
believed himself in reality to be the son of the tyrannical Baron
Galetzoff.
Volume 1, Chapter V.
We left the serf Karl urging on the weary animal which drew his master's
baggage-cart towards Tver, and there he arrived without any other
accident than a thorough drenching from the same storm which they had
escaped under shelter of the Gipsy's tent. He proceeded straightway to
the best inn the town possessed, which was kept by one of the despised
race of Israel, who are the principal innkeepers throughout the country.
The inn in question was very inferior to those houses of entertainment
which most of the larger cities of Russia now afford; but rapid
improvements in all the conveniences for travelling have lately taken
place.
The lower floor of the house consisted of two divisions; the one
appropriated to the horses and equipages of travellers, the other to the
culinary department of the establishment, as also to the accommodation--
at that precise moment--of a motley assemblage of human beings,
soldiers, mechanics, carriers, wagoners, postillions, all talking at the
same time in their guttural language; smoking, drinking, and hallowing
to each other, with loud laughter and jokes; yet the ear was never
shocked by the profane oath, or other evidences of the fierce quarrels,
which too often occur amongst a mixture of people of similar degree in
other countries.
The upper part of the building was laid out in rooms for the
accommodation of the better order of travellers. One of larger
dimensions than the rest formed the dining-room--this was completely
impregnated with the fumes of tobacco; the rest consisted of sleeping
apartments.
As Karl drove into the court-yard, he seemed to have roused himself to a
sense of his own importance, and the responsibility with which he was
entrusted, for he endeavoured to assume an air of authority. "Help,
here! help!" he exclaimed as the wheels of his cart rattled over the
stones, "help here, to carry the baggage of my noble masters up-stairs!
Does no one come? Help here, help, halloo!"
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