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 traversing many of the irregular, winding streets of the city, the
moment arrived when they were to part, to hasten to their respective
homes. Exchanging pledges to meet again as soon as circumstances would
permit, they then started off in opposite directions.
Volume 1, Chapter VI.
Missing the society of his lively companion, a shade of gloom overspread
the handsome features of Ivan; his mind being thus thrown back upon
itself, the sombre scenery through which he passed, as he drew nigh to
the end of his journey, on the day after he quitted his friend,
contributed to augment the melancholy bias of his thoughts.
On either side of his path arose a thick and dark wood, without a single
opening vista, or a green glade; every part seemed impenetrable to joy
and gladness. The habitations of the miserable and oppressed serfs were
closed; their inmates having early retired to rest, after the
ill-requited toils of the day.
Occasionally, however, he fell in with labourers returning to their
homes, who, as they recognised the son of their seigneur, saluted him
with respect and a look of affection. In an instant, the cloud on his
brow would be dissipated as he returned their greetings, and offered a
kind word to each, either in inquiries after their families, or other
good-natured remarks, by which the unsophisticated peasant's heart is so
easily gained.
On approaching the chateau, even such signs of life as had previously
appeared ceased to exist, and all around wore, if possible, a still more
gloomy and dreary aspect.
He unconsciously shortened his rein; that action sufficed to betray that
he could not regard the Baron in the light of a father. So far from
having an anxious desire to hasten to receive his welcome, his languid
pace proved his reluctance to enter sooner than necessary into the
presence of the fierce lord of that dark domain. His heart was a blank
as he drew up at the principal entrance.
No group of bustling and pleased domestics stood ready to receive him on
his return, after a long absence; no fond mother or affectionate
sisters, to rush forward with outstretched arms, to welcome him in a
loving embrace, or to surround him as they gazed with eager and
delighted eyes, their repeated inquiries lost amid the confusion of
anxious tongues. All within was as silent as without, a solitary
household serf alone presenting himself at Ivan's summons; while, after
considerable delay, another of the same class appeared, to lead his
horse to the stables; both, however, greeted him with welcome smiles.
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