Daily evening star. [volume] (Washington [D.C.]) 1852-1854, 1853-10-04

tlon. A group OF wild horses was career.
ing through the wilderness and passed
near the PROSTATE colt. They seemed in
a hurry, but mare observed the faintinp
thing, and detaching herself, came and
offered it suck. Kebir accepted crate
fully, and when he was satisfied, leaned
his nostrils gainst the nostrils of the
mare as if to kiss her or confide his sor-
row. They communed for moment; but
then the stranger beat the earth with her
feet, and went away to her old companions
who were careering impatiently to and
fro in the distance. They had soon dis
appeared.
Thus refreshed, Kebir went cheerfully
along, still in the same direction, until he
led Boukor to the borders of the Danube.
Here, having stretched out his neck over
the waters he lay down to rest, and even
ing drawing near, the merchant, seeking
the shelter of tree, was glad to sleep
away his fatigues. In the morning he
awoke. His truSty steed was still by his
side, but Kebir-unfaithfu Kebir-had
disappeared.
Boukor mourned the loss of his guide
and companion bitterly. He examined
carefully the banks of the river, but
could find no trace offootSteps. Evidently
kebir had brested the current, and had
been punished by death for his ingrati-
tude. The stream was broad, so that
scarcely the opposite bank could be de-
scribed. How could colt, unfeebled by
fatigue, cross a current which no war
horse could breast.
1t seemed now impossible to continue
the pursuit with any chance of success.
Yet how was it possible to abandon all
hope of again seeing the truant Guzla g
Whilst 1t seemed certain that she would
be found, BOukor cheated himself into the
belief that he was in q most ferocious
state of mind-that his pursuit was un-
derstaken. for purposes of slaughter but
now that clue was broken, he was obliged
to confess that all his terrible resolves
were feigned and that his furious ride was
undertaken once more to kiss his Guzla
on the temples, and to scold her with
tears for her disobedience. So he sat
with trembling lips on the dreary banks
ofthe Danube. A fisherman approached,
and seeing this man of sorrow asked
whence he came and what allied him
Boukor gladly related his history. The
fisherman having listened attentively,
advised him to continue his pursuit.
But how traverse that mighty river,
and who hcnceforward will guide me 60
g have boat. Let us cross, and I
will be your companion"
They crossed in safety, and penetrated
together into the country beyond The
land was marvcllously fertile, the air
pure, the hill and valleys beautiful: but
no inhabitants showed themselves. 1t
seemed as if they had discovered a new
world. Boukor went on admiting, until
he came to the borders of river that
watered a paradise Of mountains, plains,
and woods.
What is the name of this river 2"
said he.
The Dimbowrtza," replied the fisher
man.
The merchant was pleased with the as
pect of the place, and proposed that they
should rest for awhile. As he spoke, he
perceived little hut above the trees, and
the two together proceeded towards it. A
trembling and brushing of bcughs on one
hand attracted their attention, and sud-
denly Zorah, followed by her colt, Zebir,
came bounding towards them.
1t was certain now that Sevrin and
GuZla could not be far off: Boukor babe
his guide proceed towards the hut, while
ne secured the plain in the direction from
which the mare and its colt had come.
Tie did SO in vain; and after several hours
found himself once more alone lost in the
wilderness. This time he gave himself
up to despair, and throwing himself upon
the ground, wept. AS he lay, he heard
footsteps approaching, and presently this
dialogue fell on his ears:
Come under the boughs, love. The
man admits that his companion is from
the south. If it should be, we are lost. ="
Nay, [ hope it be not and yet if it
were"
He would slay us both"
''Perhaps he has already pardoncd us. ="
1.-The aged arc hasty and strike before
they think"
But sometimes they kiss before they
strike.''
"Guzla, shall we return to the hut z"
"Nay. if he should not pardon tAeel
Let us fly Severin ~
The old man started to his feet. The
first movement of the lovers was to press
together as if for mutual protection and
then they rushed into the old mans EN-
brace, and mingled their tears of repent
cnce with his tears of pardon. 1t is
sweet to be forgiven; but it is sweeter still
to forgive. The old man spent the plea
santest hour of his life, as he strolled,
with Guzla on one side and SEVERN on
the other-each supporting his footsteps
back through the woods and glades to-
wards the hut, where the good fisherman
awaited their return.
The happy family spent some time to-
gether on that spot, but at length the
fisherman wished to 60 back to his boat.
q NayN said Roukor q Let lis not sena-