Suddenly a low wail sounded again. First a deep sigh, then sobs, then loud, unspeakable lamentation. "Oh--oh! oh--oh--oh!" The boy shivered with terror and stared round him. But the sound quivered again through the air and grew in volume. "Uncle! Is it you crying?" called Ilya. Terenti neither spoke nor moved. Then the boy sprang from the cart, ran to his uncle, fell in front of him, clasped his knees, and burst into tears. He heard his uncle's voice broken by sobs. "They've driven us out--driven us out. Oh! God! Where shall we go? Where? oh!" But the boy said, swallowing down his tears: "Wait--when I grow up--I'll show them--just wait." He cried his sorrow out and then fell asleep. His uncle lifted him in his arms and laid him in the cart, but he himself went apart again and cried aloud once more, lamenting in bitter agony. II. Ilya remembered quite clearly in after life his arrival at the town. He awoke early one morning and saw before him a broad, muddy river, and on the further side on a lofty hill a heap of houses, with red and green roofs and tall trees with dark foliage between them. The houses crowded picturesquely up the slopes of the hill, and above on the summit stretched out in a straight line and looked proudly down and away across the river. The golden crosses and domes of the churches stood out above the roofs up into the sky. The sun was newly risen; its slanting rays glanced back from the windows of the houses, and the whole town blazed in bright colour and glittered in shining gold. "Ah! how beautiful it is. Look, look," said the boy, half aloud, staring with wide eyes at the wonderful picture, and gazed in silent delight for a long time. Then the anxious thought arose in his mind, where he should live in that heap of houses--he, the little, black-haired, touzled youngster, in worn breeches of hemp-linen, and his clumsy humpbacked uncle. Would they even be admitted into this clean, rich, golden city? He thought that the little cart must be standing still on the river's bank just because no such poor, ragged, wretched folk might enter the town, and his uncle, no doubt, had gone on to beg permission to come in.