The Cheyenne daily leader. [volume] (Cheyenne, Wyo.) 1870-1884, 1878-04-24

heart rose and fell in irregular gasps; he VIZ
already doing battle with DEATH The sol
shadows of q young ime-tree fell gent.
on his face.
We bent over him, and he recognised Ar
dalton.
audible voice ''send.....for the priest...--
God has stricken ne......broken my arms ans
legs ...... today. Sunday......and Ill
die not let the lads knock of work"
He was silent for awhile, struggling for
breath
give my money.....to my wife'"to
nav of......Onesimus knows.-...to whom
......how much there is owing"
'we have sent for the doctor, Maxim"
said my neighbor; perhaps you won't die
after all"
He tried to open his eyes, and at last with
difficulty managed to raise his eyelids.
mo, 1 shall die. There......there it comes
There it s......there......forgive me, lads,
If Lift an~ything......"
God will forgive thee, Maxim Andre
witch" said the peasants all together, in a
husky chorus. as they barred their heads. d
thou forgive US y"
Suddenly he shook his head with q des-
pairing gesture, tried to sit up, but fell
ba K again.
1--WE cannot let him die here" cried Ar
dillon fetch the mat out of the telega,
we will carry him to the hospital"
Two woodcutters ran of to the telega-
''Yesterday......I bought q horse-...."
murmured the dying man, from GeofIry
.....Sitchofsky ...... hn~ndsel-money down
......so it's mine......give IT, too, to my wife:
They tried to lay him on the mat. He
quivered all over just like a wounded bird,
and then stifenId.
He ia dead" muttered the ~peasants-
We mounted our horses in silence, and
rode away
The scene that / had Just witnessed made
me thoughtful. Remarkable, truly, is the
way the Russian dies. His state before his
latter-end is neither Indifference nor stoI-
dity. He takes death as IL it were some
rte, m dies coolly, and with perfect
simplicity. .
Some years ago a peasant got burned
in n kiln on my neighbours estate. Gle
would have remained there had not o
pass r-by pulled him out half dcad.)
l went to the peasauts hut to see him-a
hut dark, smoky, st,hinS--and asked where
the patient was.
'"rhere he lies, sir, over the stove an
swered, in a sort of ~aing-scng, q woman
who waa sitting in n corner.
l drew near. There lay the man, covered
with a sheep-skin, and breathing heavily.
well, how do you feel =
The sufferer turned round on the stove
and tried 10 sit up. He was one mass of
wounds and nonr to death.
"Lie still, lie still......wel, how goes it? ="
BADLY, sure enough"
''Are you in pain?" He held his peace.
do you want anything? ?" Still silence,
'ShallI send you some tea or anything else T
There's no need
stepped aside, and sat down on n bench
A quarter Of an hour passed, then half al
hour, in the came death-like stiffness. In thu
corner, on the table underneath the holy pic
turc, q little girl of fyS years old wasmunch
ing a piece OF bread. The mother shook heI
finger at her from time to time. In. the pas
sage people went up and down, talked, ant
made q noise. The brothers wife was chop
ping cabbage.
eyes"
"a drink Of kvass."
AIinia gave him the kvass. Silence sci
in again.
asked in a whisper il he bad received
the Sacrament.
'.Ye-,' was the reply.
All vas set in order, 1t seemed. We ha'
only TO wait till death came. l could bear /
no longer, and vent away.
Another time, l remember, Invent to tn,
village hospital of ~Krasnogore, to see the
surgeon there, an acquaintance of mine, anC
an enthusiastic sportsman. The hospital con
sisted Of the wing of what had been a family
residence. II was founded by the lady of thu
Manor herself; that is TO say, she set up oyel
the door a blue board, on which was painted
in white letters, "Krasnogore Hospital" ant
she gave the surgeon, with her own hand, G
handsome album, TO write the names of the
patients in. On the first page of that album
one of that benevolent lady's hangers-on Ind
inscribed the following verses =
'Dans ces beauI lioux on regne l'allogresss,
Go temple fut ouvert par Ia Beaute:
De vos seigneurs ndmIrez la tendrcsse,
Bons hRbitants dc krasnogorie!"
Some other gentleman had written lower
down
f moi aussi fame Ia natnreI
Jean Kobyliatnikoff."
The village surgeon put up six beds ut his
own expense, and set to work to cure the sick
folk as best he could. Besides him, there
were two functionMies in the hospital
l%unatic, named Paul: and Mellikitrissa, ar
old woman with q withercd hand, who fillet
the Office of II cook. They both prepared thu
indictments, and dried or picked herbs. l
was moreover their duty to control the pa
tents when delirious. The lunatic was char,
of his words, and gloomy in appearance. A
hight he used to sing songs about Beautiful
Venus, - and he pleaded with every passer-by
. ~ ~ aANAN ~ AAANAAh - g hNs NsAAANN
Malania, who had long been dead. The wo.
man with the withercd hand would then
0ent him, and sem him TO mind the turkeys.
Well, one day l was sitting with Kapiton,
the village surgeon. We had just begun d
discussion about our last sporting eXpedi.
ton, when suddenly there drove into the
courtyard o telegn, drawn by an unusual
ly thick-get iron-gray horse, such MS could
only belong to o miller. In the telega sat q
sturdy peasant in II new blouse, and with a
,mottIea beard.
"Ah, VASTLY Dimitritch!"c out Knpi-
ton to him from the window. Come in. 1t
is the miller of Lyybovshin," lie whispered.
The peasant alighted, grooming, from the
telega, came into the surgeons room, looked
round for the holy picture, and made the
sign of the cross.
Well, VASTLY, what news ?...... but you
must be i'll you look all wrong"
Indeed, kapitou Timo:clteh, l am not
we'll"
Whats the muttcrf"
wei, you see, kNpiton Timofeitch, l
bought a milestone not long ago in the town.
I took it home, and when | was getting it out
u the cart [ must have overstruned myself.
or it was just asif something snapped in ms
inside, MS if l had torn way something.
md since then l have always been ailing.
To-day, indeed, l am very bad"
Hum, muttered kup:ton, taking a pinch
If snuff probably a rupture. When did
1t happen? 2"
Ten days ago"
Ten? Z" said the surgeon. with n grave
face, drawing his breath through his teeth,
aud shaking his head. Let me examine
you. Well, VASTLY" he said at length, II
am very sorry for you, but your case is a bad