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
"We were aroused from our lamentations over the fallen brave, by the
arrival of a band of horsemen, who had been sent back by your father;
they proposed to delay making any attack on the foe till their numbers
could be increased from the neighbouring villages; but I thought of you,
my boy--you a prisoner in the hands of our enemies, and I dreaded lest
they should set sail, and bear you far away without a hope of recovering
you. With lamentations and entreaties, with tears and commands, I urged
on our men to the attack. I shewed them the ignominy, the disgrace,
which would cover them, should they allow an enemy, who had devastated
their lands, slain their kinsmen, and carried away captive their wives
and children, to escape, without attempting to revenge their loss. I
pointed out to them that the son of their beloved chieftain was in the
power of their enemies, and that should they discover the value of their
prize, they would endeavour to bring us to terms, disgraceful and
injurious to our country, for the sake of recovering him. I excited
their valour--I fired their souls with my eloquence, wrought to the
highest pitch by a mother's anxiety--I offered to lead them, putting
myself at their head, and swore never to return unsuccessful.
"We sent out messengers in all directions around, summoning all who
could be collected to join our forces. None hesitated to obey our
summons, for the same detestation of our invaders animated the breasts
of all. Before the morning broke, we had assembled from all quarters an
irregular, but heroic band, eager to be led against the common foe.
From the thick wooded heights, which overhung the coast, we rushed down
upon the unprepared camp, like some mountain torrent, suddenly swelled
by the thunder cloud, sweeping over the plain, bearing all before it. I
felt not like a weak, timid woman, but as the enraged lioness, whose
young has been torn from her by the hands of the huntsmen. I sprung to
rescue you; by word and action, I encouraged our men to the assault, and
heeded not the overwhelming numbers opposed to us.
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