the night passed slowly with me in the khan. after the conclusion of the hadji's story, the travellers who were halting there coiled themselves up to sleep, on the divan or on their carpets or felt mats; but i was too much excited, too wakeful and suspicious of the honest intentions of all about me, too anxious for dawn and the successful completion of the important duty confided to me, to attempt following their example, or even to allow that my horse should be unsaddled. i simply relaxed his girths, and remained in the travellers' common apartment, listening to every passing sound, and watching the sharp oriental features of the black-bearded and picturesque-looking sleepers by the smoky light of a solitary oil-lamp, which swung from a dormant beam that traversed the apartment. the arched rafters of the ceiling were painted in alternate stripes of white and black. there was a fireplace or open chimney, where smouldered on the hearthstone a heap of branches and dry fir-cones, the embers of which reddened and whitened in the downward puffs of wind that eddied in the vent; and round the walls were rows of shining tin plates, and under these were other rows of white cloths, like towels in shape and size, but worked and embroidered with gold thread, all made and prepared before marriage by the tartar hostess in her bridal days. all these quaint objects appeared to recede or fade from my sight, and sleep was just beginning to overpower me, when my sleeve was twitched by the hadji, who pointed to the snow-covered summits of the mountains then visible from the windows, and becoming tipped with red light; and stiff and weary i started up, to have my horse corned and watered for the task of that day, the close of which i could little foresee.

the wife of the tartar placed before me, on a table only a foot high and little more than a foot square, a large tin tray, containing some hard boiled eggs, black rye bread, and a vessel filled with the sweet juice of pears. it was a strange and humble repast, but proved quite apician to me after our mode of messing before sebastopol. i had barely ended this simple tartar breakfast, when the stamboul hadji, who was to be my guide to canrobert's post near kokoz, exclaimed, in a startled voice, "allah kerim--look!"

i followed the direction indicated by his hand and dark, gleaming eyes, and with emotions of a very chequered kind saw, through an open window, "a clump of spears," as scott would have called them; in short, a party of cossacks riding slowly and leisurely down the mountain-path that led straight towards the house. in the eastern sunlight the tips of their lances shone like fiery stars; but no other appointments glittered about them; for unlike the gay light cavalry of france and britain, their uniforms are generally of the most plain and dingy description. as yet they were about a mile distant, and if i would escape them, there was not a moment to be lost. i rushed to my horse, looked hastily but surely to bridle-bit, to saddle-girth, and stirrup-leather; and without waiting for the hadji, who, being afoot, would only serve to retard my pace and lead to my capture, i gave some money to the tartar hostess, and galloped away, diving deep into the forest, hoping that i had been as yet unseen, and should escape if none of the people at the caravanserai betrayed me, either under the inspiration of cowardice or malevolence. to avoid this party, who, it would appear, were coming right along the road i should pursue, i rode due eastward towards the ridge of mount yaila, which rose between me and the black sea, and which extends from balaclava nearly to alushta, a distance of fifty miles.

the day was clear and lovely, though cold and wintry, as the season was so far advanced, and i proceeded lightly along a narrow forest path, the purely-bred animal i rode seeming scarcely to touch, but merely to brush, the dewy grass with its small hoofs. the air was loaded by the fragrance of the firs; here and there, between the dark and bronze-looking glades, fell the golden gleams of the morning sun; and at times i had a view of the sombre sea of cones that spread over the hills in countless lines, and in places untrodden, perhaps, save by the wolf and the badger; overhead the black egyptian vulture hovered in mid-air, the brown partridges whirred up before my horse's feet, and the hare, too, fled from its lurking-place among the long grass; but by wandering thus deviously in such a lonely place, though i might avoid those ubiquitous cossacks, who were scattered "broadcast" over all crim tartary, i should never reach kokoz, or deliver that despatch, which, if taken by the enemy, i meant to destroy. once or twice i came upon some tartar huts, whose occupants seemed to be chiefly women--the men being all probably employed as military wagoners, in the forest or afield; but they drew close their yashmacs and shut their doors at my approach; so midday came on, and i was still in ignorance of the route to pursue, and in a district so primitive that, when the simple natives saw me scrape a lucifer-match to light a cigar, they were struck dumb with fear and wonder. vague, wild, and romantic dreams and hopes came into my mind, that, if i perished and my name appeared in the gazette, estelle would weep for me; and in my absurd, most misplaced regard, and almost boyish enthusiasm, i felt that i should cheerfully have given up the life god gave me, for a tear from this false girl, could i be but certain that she would have shed it. ay, there was the rub! would she shed it, or the sacrifice be worth the return?

"bah!" thought i, as i bit my lip, and uttering something like a malediction rode sullenly and madly on.

"why cling thus to the dead past?" thought i, after a time. "pshaw! phil caradoc was right in all he urged upon me. yet that past is so sweet--it was so brilliant and tender--that memory cannot but dwell upon it with fondness and regret, with passion and bitterness."

pausing for nearly an hour, my whole "tiffin" being a damp cheroot, i loosened my horse's girths for the time, and turned his quivering and distended nostrils to the keen winter blast that blew from the euxine, and then i remounted. after wandering dubiously backward and forward, and seeking to guide my motions by the sun, just as i was about to penetrate into a narrow rocky defile, the outer end of which i hoped would bring me to some proper roadway or place where my route could be ascertained, the distant sound of a cossack trumpet fairly in my front, and responded to by another apparently but some fifty yards in my rear, made me rein in my horse, while my heart beat wildly.

"cossacks again!" i exclaimed, for i was evidently between two scouting parties, and if i escaped one, was pretty certain to be captured by the other.

instinctively i guided my horse aside into a clump of wild pear-trees, the now leafless stems and branches of which i greatly feared would fail to conceal either it or me; but no nearer lurking place was nigh, and there i waited and watched, my spirit galled and my heart swollen with natural excitement and anxiety. death seemed very close to me at that moment; yet i sat in my saddle, revolver in hand, the blade of my drawn sword in the same grasp with my reins, and ready for instant use, as i was resolved to sell my life dearly. preoccupied, i had been unconscious for some time past that the cold had been increasing; that the sun, lately so brilliant, had become obscured in sombre gray clouds, and even that snow had begun to fall. delicate and white as floating swans'-down fell the flakes over all the scenery. on my clothing and on my horse-furniture it remained white and pure; but on the roadway i had to traverse it speedily became half-frozen mud. if i escaped these scouting parties my horse-tracks might yet betray me, and i thought vainly of the foresight of robert bruce when he fled from london over a snow-covered country with his horse-shoes inverted. if i escaped them! i was not left long in uncertainty of my fate in that respect.

riding in double file, and led by an officer who wore the usual long coat with silver shoulder-straps and a stiff flat forage-cap, a party of forty cossacks issued slowly from the defile. their leader was either a staff-officer or a member of some other force, as his uniform was quite different from theirs, which declared them to be tchernimorski cossacks, the tribe who inhabit the peninsula of tamar, and all the country between the kuban and asof, being literally the cossacks of the black sea, and natives of the district. they carried their cartridges ranged across their breast in rows of tin tubes, à la circassienne, and were all bronzed, bearded, and rough-looking men, whose whole bearing spoke of crimean and circassian service, of hard outpost work among the wild caucasus, of many a bloody conflict with schamyl--conflicts in which quarter was neither asked nor given! i had never been quite so near those wild warriors of the russian steppes before, and have no desire ever to be so again, at least under the same dubious circumstances. they wore little squab-shaped busbies of brown fur; sheepskin shoubahs, or cloaks, over their coarse green uniforms; and had trusses of straw and bags of corn so secured over the shoulders and cruppers of their small shaggy horses, that but little more of the latter were visible than their noses and tails. they rode with their knees high and stirrup-leathers short, their lances slung behind them, and carbines rested on the right thigh. captivity or escape, life or death, were in the balance as they slowly rode onward; but favoured by the already failing light and the falling snow, i am now inclined to think that my figure should have escaped even their keen and watchful eyes, had not evil fortune caused my horse, on discovering a mare or so among their cattle, after snuffing the air with quivering nostrils, to whinny and to neigh! at that moment we were not more than fifty yards apart.

a shout, or rather a series of wild cries, escaped the cossacks. i pressed the spurs into the flanks of my gallant black horse, and he sprang away with a wild bound; while the bullets from nearly twenty carbines whistled past me harmlessly, thank heaven, and i rode steadily away--away. i cared not in what direction now, so that the more pressing danger was eluded, while cries and threats, and shot after shot followed me; but i had no great fear of them so long as they fired from the saddle, experience having taught me that even the best-trained cavalry are but indifferent marksmen. before me rose the green ridge of mount yaila; the ground was somewhat open there, being pastoral hill-slopes gradually culminating in those peaks, from whence, in a clear day, the snow-clad summits of the caucasus can be discerned; and to reach a ravine or cleft in the hills before me, i strained every effort of my horse, hoping, with the coming night, to escape, or find some shelter by the seashore.

the idea was vague, uncertain, and wild, i know; but i had no other alternative save to halt, wheel about, and sell my life as best i could at terrible odds; while to prevent me eluding them, the cossacks had gradually opened out their files into a wide semicircle, lest i should seek to escape by some sudden flank movement; and all kept their horses--wiry, fiery, and active little brutes--well in hand. their leader was better mounted and kept far in advance of them--unpleasantly close on my flanks, indeed--but still his nag was no match for the noble english horse i rode; and so as the blue shadows lengthened and deepened in the snow-coated valley, i began to breathe more freely, and to think, or hope, there was perhaps a chance for me after all. perhaps some of the cossacks began to think so, for they dismounted, and, while the rest kept fiercely and closely in pursuit, levelled their carbines over their saddles, over each other's shoulders, or with left elbow firmly planted on the knee, and thus took quiet and deliberate pot-shots at me; and two had effect on the hind legs of my horse, tending seriously to injure his speed and strength; and as each ball struck him he gave a snort, and shivered with pain and terror. on and on yet up the mountain valley!

an emotion of mockery, defiance, and exultation almost filled me--the exultation of the genuine english racing spirit--on finding that i was leaving the most of them behind, and was already well through the vale, or cleft, in the mountains, the slopes of which were then as easy to traverse as if coursing on the downs of sussex; and already i could see, some three miles distant, the waters of the euxine, and the smoke of our war-steamers cruising off yalta and livadia. i looked back. the cossack leader was very close to me now, and five of his men, all riding with lance in hand, as they had probably expended their ammunition, were but a few horse-lengths behind him. i could perceive that he had also armed himself with a lance, and felt assured that in his rage at having had so long and futile a pursuit, he would certainly not receive my sword, even if i offered it, as a prisoner of war; so i resolved to shoot him as soon as he came within range of my "colt," the six chambers of which i had been too wary to discharge as yet.

checking my panting and bleeding horse for a second or two, to let the galloping russian come closer, i fired at him under my bridle arm, and a mocking laugh informed me that my parthian shot had gone wide of its mark. not venturing to fire again, i continued to spur my black horse on still; for now the friendly twilight had descended on the mountains and the sea, whose waves at the horizon were yet reddened by the farewell rays of the winter sun as he sank beyond them. suddenly the character of the ground seemed to change--vacancy yawned before me, and i found myself within some twenty yards of a pretty high limestone cliff that overhung the water!

the hand of fate seemed on me now, and reining round my horse, i found myself almost face to face with the leader of the cossacks; and all that passed after this occurred in shorter time than i can take to write it. uttering an exulting cry, he raised himself in his stirrups, and savagely launched at me with all his force the cossack spear. i eluded it by swerving my body round; but it pierced deeply the off flank of my poor horse, and hung dangling there, with the crimson blood pouring from the wound and smoking upward from the snow. the animal was plunging wildly and madly now, yet i fired the five remaining pistol shots full at the russian ere he could draw his sword; and one at least must have taken effect somewhere, for he fell almost beneath my horse's hoofs, and as he did so his cap flew off, and i recognised volhonski--whom, by a singular coincidence, i thus again encountered--count volhonski, the colonel of the vladimir infantry! at the same moment i was fiercely charged by the five advanced cossacks, with their levelled lances, and with my horse was literally hurled over the cliffs into the sea, the waves of which i heard bellowing below me.

within the pace of one pulsation--one respiration--as we fell whizzing through the air for some sixty feet together, i seemed to live all my past life over again; but i have no language wherewith to express the mingled bitterness and desolation that came over my soul at that time. estelle lost to me; life, too, it seemed, going, for i must be drowned or taken--taken but to die. the remembrance of all i had loved and of all who loved me; all that i had delighted in--the regiment, which was my pride--my friends and comrades, and all that had ever raised hope or fancy, or excited emulation--seemed lost to me, as the waves of the black sea closed over my head, and i went down to die, my fate unknown, and even in my grave, "unhousled, disappointed, unaneled."

even now as i write, when the danger has long since passed away, and when the sun has shone again in all his glory on me, in my dreams i am sometimes once more the desperate and despairing fellow i was then.