The Secret Dispatch; or, The Adventures of Captain BalgonieGrant, James
History
The Secret Dispatch; or, The Adventures of Captain Balgonie
Grant, James
Russia -- History -- 1801-1917 -- Fiction
He did not say all this aloud; but certainly some such painful
surmises flashed upon him as he forced his snorting and reluctant
horse, by a vigorous use of the spurs, through the thickly interwoven
brushwood that grew on the bank of the river, the dull and monotonous
rush of which, encumbered as it was by large pieces of ice, was
sufficient to appal even a stouter heart than that of this young
Scottish soldier of fortune.
With a brief invocation on his lips, he gave his horse the reins and
gored it with the rowels. A strong, active, and clean-limbed, but
somewhat undersized animal from the steppes of the Ukraine, with a
fierce and angry snort, it plunged into the torrent, and breasted the
icy masses bravely.
The slippery fragments that glided past, struck at times both horse
and rider, forcing them to swerve down the stream; others were dashed
by the whirling eddies against the projecting pieces of rock or roots
of old trees; but after twice nearly despairing of achieving the
passage, and believing himself lost, his horse trod firmly on the
opposite bank. It emerged, panting, snorting, dripping, and
trembling in every fibre, from the flood, and then Captain Balgonie
found that he had escaped with life, and had safely passed the
swollen waters of the Louga!
Leading his sturdy little steed by the bridle and caressing it the
while, he made his way up the opposite bank, guided only by the
lights in the mansion (or castle); but he proceeded with extreme
difficulty, for the underwood was thick and dense as that which grew
round the Palace of the Sleeping Beauty; ere long, however, he
reached a plateau, the border of a park or lawn, and saw the
snow-whitened walls and turrets of the edifice towering before him.
Rising from a balustraded terrace, with an arched porte-cochère in
front, the façade was square, and three storied, having a central
dome like an inverted punchbowl, and several little angular towers,
tall and slender like minarets; these cut the sky-line, and were
surrounded each by a broad cornice or gallery, and terminated by a
bulbous-shaped roof, exactly like an onion with its acute end in the
air.
The lights in its many windows, the red and yellow coloured curtains
within, all indicated warmth and comfort; while with the snow flakes
freezing on his sodden and saturated uniform, his limbs benumbed, and
his teeth well-nigh chattering, Balgonie hastily led his horse under
the porte-cochère, and applied his hand vigorously to the great
brazen knocker on the front door.
It was speedily opened, and a white-bearded _dvornick_, or porter,
wearing a long flowing _shoubah_, or coat of fur, lined with red
flannel, admitted him with many humble genuflections, at the same
time summoning a groom to take charge of his horse.
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