Tales Of Hearsay eBook

Joseph M. Carey
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 126 pages of information about Tales Of Hearsay.

Tales Of Hearsay eBook

Joseph M. Carey
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 126 pages of information about Tales Of Hearsay.

“In time Prince Roman, making an effort, would join now and again the family circle.  But it was as if his heart and his mind had been buried in the family vault with the wife he had lost.  He took to wandering in the woods with a gun, watched over secretly by one of the keepers, who would report in the evening that ’His Serenity has never fired a shot all day.’  Sometimes walking to the stables in the morning he would order in subdued tones a horse to be saddled, wait switching his boot till it was led up to him, then mount without a word and ride out of the gates at a walking pace.  He would be gone all day.  People saw him on the roads looking neither to the right nor to the left, white-faced, sitting rigidly in the saddle like a horseman of stone on a living mount.

“The peasants working in the fields, the great unhedged fields, looked after him from the distance; and sometimes some sympathetic old woman on the threshold of a low, thatched hut was moved to make the sign of the cross in the air behind his back; as though he were one of themselves, a simple village soul struck by a sore affliction.

“He rode looking straight ahead seeing no one as if the earth were empty and all mankind buried in that grave which had opened so suddenly in his path to swallow up his happiness.  What were men to him with their sorrows, joys, labours and passions from which she who had been all the world to him had been cut off so early?

“They did not exist; and he would have felt as completely lonely and abandoned as a man in the toils of a cruel nightmare if it had not been for this countryside where he had been born and had spent his happy boyish years.  He knew it well—­every slight rise crowned with trees amongst the ploughed fields, every dell concealing a village.  The dammed streams made a chain of lakes set in the green meadows.  Far away to the north the great Lithuanian forest faced the sun, no higher than a hedge; and to the south, the way to the plains, the vast brown spaces of the earth touched the blue sky.

“And this familiar landscape associated with the days without thought and without sorrow, this land the charm of which he felt without even looking at it soothed his pain, like the presence of an old friend who sits silent and disregarded by one in some dark hour of life.

“One afternoon, it happened that the Prince after turning his horse’s head for home remarked a low dense cloud of dark dust cutting off slantwise a part of the view.  He reined in on a knoll and peered.  There were slender gleams of steel here and there in that cloud, and it contained moving forms which revealed themselves at last as a long line of peasant carts full of soldiers, moving slowly in double file under the escort of mounted Cossacks.

“It was like an immense reptile creeping over the fields; its head dipped out of sight in a slight hollow and its tail went on writhing and growing shorter as though the monster were eating its way slowly into the very heart of the land.

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