KERABAN THE INFLEXIBLE. 13 the scarcely paternal observation of a party of Cossacks. This individual’s feet were placed at the very limit of Ottoman territory, and he was n a state of fury more easy to maginc than to describe. The man was Seigreur Réraban. It was 6 p.m., and sincc the midnight previous—the prccise moment at which he had been ejected from Russian territory— Kdraban had been n a toweilng rage. A wretched hut, bad’y furnished and miscrably supplied, had been his oniy shelter, or rather hs only placc of refuge. Haifa vast away Alirnet and Van Mitten had respecthrely perceived their uncle and friend and, pressing their horses, dknouritcd near him. Seigneur Kéraban was just then pacing up and down gestkulating, and talking to flmselç since no one took any notice of him, and he did not appear to see hs frknds appra acI n g. ‘Uncle “ exclaimed Abmet, extending his arms Nigib and Brurlo took care of the horses. My friend!” cried Van Mitten. K&aban seized the hands of both; and, indkating the Cossacks, who were still patrolHng thc road, be exclaimed,— On a railway! Those wretches actually compelled me to travel in a train! 1,1!’ Evidently he bad been reduced to that mode of locomot on so unworthy of a true Turk, and the ndignity had (_) gil.. — ..Ij...:::... ,:
