Gallipolis journal. [volume] (Gallipolis, Ohio) 1837-1919, 1854-09-07
TRAVELLING IN RUSSIA;

OR,
BRICKS DEATH BY THE WOLVES.
TOUCHING STORY.
1t was stormy night in the month OF
November that Russian nobleman,
called Barren Jarosaleo. his wife and
their little daughter Helena, and their
favorite servant Erick, in heavy travel
ing chariot and four, diven by two postil-
lions, drew up to the only inn of the
little town of Kebrin, which lies on the
borders of Russia and Poland. They
were returning from their travels in
Europe, and as the Baron had already
over stayed the time he had intended to
be absent from home and the weather
was every day growing worse and
worse, he was anxious to press forward
with all the speed possible. The fur
caps of the postillions, the long names
and tails of their horses and even the
rough leathern portmanteaus were white
with frost; clouds of steam arose from
the weary beasts as they were unhar-
messed, and the landlord coming up to
the door of the chariot, observed, that
his honor would not think of proceed
ing any further.
Motif were at liberty-to follow my
own inclination, said the Baron; but
as it is | am pressed for time, and we
must get over another stage tonight
1T is long one, SIR said the land
lord sfbfrfx- xarcfc Of laoet ord -at, QUO
the forest of Roster to pass. There the
road is bad. and dare say the snow is
getting deep, and the wolves are getting
hungry
oh, am not afraid of the wolves,
cried the Baron. they would not dare
to attack carriage SO early in the year
as this. Let us have four good horses,
and we may be in by nine, for it is not
more than half past six
We'll, sir, a willful man must have
his own way. / only hope you may not
repent your determination. Horses on
directly, Nicholas. But may be your
honor's lady will take something hot,
for you will need it before you get to
Bolisva.'
So cup of spiced wine was brought
for the travellers, and Erick had dou-
bic portion. He sat wrapped up in a
huge fur cloak, on low kind of box in
front, for the Baron's carriage, though
old fashioned, had been built in Eng
land. In a few moment the fresh horses
were harnessed, the postillions cracked
their whips, and amid the thanks and
good night of the landlord the carriage
rolled on.
1T is bitter cold,' said the baroness,
as she pulled the cloak more completely
around her, and took the little Helena
upon her lap, it is bitter cold and a
fearful night to travel in
IF the moon can but break through
the clouds as she is trying to do, we shall
have pleasant ride yet,' replied the
husband. What, Catherine, Russian,
and afraid of little snow?'
Well, am glad that we came
on, too, said the wife; it is pleasant to
think that every mile we travel. brings
us nearer to bone, and my dear little
Nicholas and Frederica.'
They were now passing over a wild
moor, the wind whistling mournfullv
round the carriage. driving and chasing
the snow before it, for it was snowip9
heavily. The light of the lamps cast a a
kind of ghastly haze en- the immediate
-.neighborhoed of the carriage, and
seemed to make the dark distance still
darker.
oh, mamma, let me come nearer to
you, 1t makes me feel afraid to look out
OF the window
Why, what should you be afraid ol
my lovely one?'
oneis always afraid in the dark YOU
know, mamma-and lust listen to the
window it howls. - > -