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
"Our territories, which extended over many of the rocky and precipitous
mountains bordering on the sea, had hitherto, on account of their lofty
situation, almost inaccessible to attack, escaped the devastating visits
of the invaders of our country. Our home was near, the coast, and your
father, confiding in the security of our situation, had gone with the
greater part of his followers to repel a distant inroad of the enemy,
leaving only a few to protect our herds, when a fleet of the lofty ships
of the Russians, made a sudden descent on our coast. Their troops
landed in numbers, and stormed the passes leading to our dwellings,
destroying the fields of corn on their road, and carrying off, or
killing all the cattle they could seize; the few of our men remaining in
the neighbourhood assembled in haste, and disputed each spot of ground
practicable of defence, with all the energy and bravery of despair; even
the women seized arms and joined the men, aiding them to their utmost;
some hurling down stones on the heads of the invaders, as they defiled
through each narrow gorge. But what could a handful of men do, taken
almost by surprise, against a host of well-equipped and ferocious
enemies? Frantic with our hopeless efforts, we fought till our men were
all slain, for none would yield, while they had strength to use their
weapons.
"My heart sickens even now at the wanton and cruel butcheries which the
ruthless barbarians committed. The children were torn from their
mothers' arms and slaughtered in their sight; some few of the women
however escaped with the infants under their charge, among whom was your
young sister, and gained the mountains, beyond the reach of their
pursuers.
"A ruffian was about to destroy you, my boy, when you were rescued from
his grasp by a more humane comrade, who, as I afterwards found, was a
servant belonging to the leader of the enemy's forces. From a height
overlooking the pass, I beheld you borne away in the arms of the
soldier, and I sought to throw myself down, to tear you from the
robber's grasp, or to share your captivity. I was, however, forcibly
prevented by my attendants, who deaf to my entreaties and disobedient to
my commands, when I ordered them to release me, compelled me to remain
concealed in a cavern from the sight of our enemies. The Russians had
retired from the defiles and passes in the mountains and encamped near
the seashore, under protection of the guns of then ships; we, the
wretched and melancholy few who remained, watched from the neighbouring
heights, there passing the live-long night, for we had no homes to
return to; our once smiling dwellings were burnt to the ground, our
streams choked with the dead, and tinged with their blood, our cattle
carried off, and desolation reigned around.
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