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time flew the red and yellow flag of the word-a furious outbreak of pride, today. They used the Hapsbourg en- passion, and longing for the joys of sign, the banner of Burgundy, which is battle. Months of dull cruising, of a red saltire on a white ground.

stenches from the soaking ballast, of Sir Richard Grenville was probably scurvy, and of fever, may have helped standing on the after castle of the Re- to exasperate a naturally flerce man. venge with his captain and his sailing- Yet at all times Grenville must have master, as they neared the Spaniards. hated the prudent game of working to When it was clear that they could not windward, and fighting at long bowls. weather the head of Don Alonso's line There were Englishmen in the fleet the captain and master implored him to collected against the Armada in the go about, but he refused. Linschoten Channel, who would have forced Lord was told that the master had actually Howard of Effingham to leave his caugiven the order to "cut [i.e., set] the tious manœuvres, and grapple with the mainsail” and put before the wind, but Spaniards, if only they could. If Grenthat Grenville threatened to hang him, ville had been there, his voice would or any man who touched a rope. What have been with them. Now he was ever the truth here, it is the fact that free to act. For the queen's ship he the Revenge held on; and all agree that cared not much-or, as the Bearserk she held on by the decision of the ad- mood rose in him, he got past caring. miral, and against the wish of her For his men he cared not a jot. He officers and crew. Why? Mr. Laughton would not have deserted them, for that thinks that the admiral "was not a sea- would have been an act of cowardice, man, nor had he any large experience of but he never doubted for an instant of the requirements of actual war.” But his right to lead them to death, if honor he had been at sea and in fights. If he was thereby to be earned for Richard did not understand the elementary facts Grenville. Now, to sail into that great of the case, he must have been a born fleet,

the danger from which fool, which nobody ever called him. Lord Thomas Howard shrank; to force Monson saw in his action only temper it to give way, and glory over it if its and wrong-headedness; but then, Mon- spirit failed; or, if it barred his road, son was of the earth, earthy, and adds then to show what virtue was in him that Grenville repented ar the last mo- by laying about him to his will before ment, and would have come back if he he died—that would be great honor. So could, which is against all the other evi- he held on, knowing well what he did. dence. Raleigh thought that to have Divers Spaniards bore up to let him gone about would have been the wiser pass, but the bullets began to fly, and course, “in so great an impossibility of the George Noble was shot through and prevailing," and adds, “notwithstand- through. Then the great Saint Philip ing, out of the greatness of his mind he crossed the Revenge's bow, taking the could not be persuaded.” But is it wind out of her sails. The George Nogreatness of mind to throw away a ship ble came under Grenville's stern and and a ship's company on a point of her master hailed to ask if he should honor? Cochrane would not have stay. Sir Richard told the trader to go, thought so, nor Nelson; though both and leave him to his fate. That ancould be brave to the verge of madness. swer, which Raleigh must have heard iet Raleigh was right. It was great from the skipper, tells us enough of ness of mind as it was understood by a what was in the admiral's mind. He generation which revelled in Marlowe, was then as his Norse ancestors had and which knew what was meant by an been when the last hour was come, "heroic fury."

when all that was in a man's power was The "requirements of actual war" to meet his fate like a man. The poet have, in truth, nothing to do with what who wrote the "Hamdis Mal" would was a rodomontade, not in our jeering have known how to word it. "We have modern sense, but as Brantôme used fought a good fight," said the sons of

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Gudrun in the Hall of Ermanric. "We significant part of this farewell to the stand on slaughtered Goths, on the world. Perhaps they thought it unjust, sword-sated slain, like eagles on their for they, too, were modern men, and perch. We have gotten a good report, were half amazed at Sir Richard even though we die to-day or to-morrow." while they admired him. Sir Richard was not left wholly alone

DAVID HANNAY. to meet his fate. The fight began at three o'clock in the afternoon. For two hours Captain Vavassor, in the Foresight, was near the Revenge, fighting hard, and Lord Thomas Howard came down from windward as near as he

From Temple Bar. could without entangling his ships

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ANTON TSCHECHOW'. among the Spaniards. But his fear to lose the queen's ships kept him always to windward. A Norseman or a knight

The land surveyor,

Gleb Gawrilowould have thought it better to perish witsch Smirnow, had arrived at the with Grenville than to leave him; but Gniluschka station. He had still thirty Lord Thomas Howard was a sensible versts to drive before reaching the esEnglish officer, and he listened to sub- tate where his services were required. ordinates, who told him that it was not If the driver is sober and the horses are the part of a judicious commander to not slaughter-house nags, a distance of sacrifice a whole squadron to no pur- thirty versts is hardly worth mentionpose. So at dark he sailed away, and ing; whereas if the coachman is drunk Sir Richard was left to his fate. All and the horses exhausted, the distance night the Spaniards fired into him or appears to be more like fifty versts. tried to board, and, when day came, the “Tell me, please, where I can procure Revenge was a dismasted hulk. Gren- posthorses,” said the surveyor to the ville lay desperately wounded. He station gendarme. would, so Raleigh was told, have blown “What kind of horses? Posthorses? up the ship to make the more glorious Why, there is hardly a dog in the end, and his master-gunner would have whole country-side that you could put fulfilled his wish. But his crew were into harness, let alone horses. Where not the band of a Norse chief. They do you wish to go?" were Englishmen of the new time, and, "To Dewkino, to General Hohotow's having done their duty, refused to be estate.” sacrificed. They surrendered on terms, “Well, then," yawned the gendarme, and Grenville was carried to die in Don "go to the back of the station; in the Alonso's flagship.

yard there you will find some peasants “Here die I, Richard Grenville, with and their carts; travellers sometimes a joyful and a quiet mind, for that I get a lift in that way.” have ended my life as a good soldier The surveyor sighed and went in the ought to do, who has fought for his direction indicated. country, queen, religion, and honor. After a good deal of fruitless inquiry Wherefore my soul joyfully departeth and searching, he discovered a peasout of this body, and shall always leave ant, a powerful, gloomy-looking man, behind it an everlasting fame of a true pitted with smallpox, who, shod in felt soldier, who hath done his duty as he shoes and wrapped in a coarse ragged was bound to do. But the others of my blanket, stood motionless as a pillar of company have done as traitors and salt. dogs, for which they shall be re- “The devil alone knows what sort of proached all their lives and leave a a cart this is," grumbled the surveyor shameful name forever." The early as he got up. "One can hardly tell the translator of Linschoten suppressed the front from the back.” last sentence, which yet is not the least "What possible difficulty can there be? The front is where the horse's tail tainly a most suspicious and bestial is, and the back is where your honor is face.” sitting.”

"Well, my man, and what is your The horse was young, in good condi- name?" inquired the surveyor. tion, with broad flat hocks and fly-bit- "I-my name is Klim.” ten ears. When it was struck with the "Tell me, Klim, is the neighborhood whip (which was made of string) it quite safe? No robberies? No viomerely shook its head; when struck for lence?" the second time and roundly abused as "No, God is always merciful to me. well, the cart began to quake and Besides, who is there to commit robquiver as if in an ague. After the beries?” third blow, it swayed backwards and "It is lucky that things are so quiet. forwards, but the fourth blow set it But to make sure I have brought three fairly in motion.

revolvers with me," said the land sur"Does this sort of thing go on the veyor, lying freely. “And, as you whole time?" inquired the surveyor know, a revolver is not a child's toy; after receiving a most violent shock. one is quite sufficient to polish off ten Inwardly he wondered how it was robbers." It was now quite dark. that Russian drivers can always man- Suddenly the cart began to creak and age to shake body and soul asunder, groan and shiver, swerving apparently although driving at a foot's pace. accidentally towards the left.

"We shall get there all right," an- "Where is he going?" thought the swered the driver soothingly. “This is surveyor. "He was going straight fora mare, young and fast. If she once ward just now, and here he is turning begins to gallop there is no holding her. off to the left. I should not be surCome up, accursed beast!"

prised if the rogue is taking me Twilight had set in as the cart left straight into a trap—and then-all the station. To the right of the road sorts of things might happen." stretched an immense frozen plain "So you say the neighborhood is which seemed to have no limits. If quite safe,” he continued, addressing one drove to its uttermost parts, one the driver. “ That is rather a pity. I would certainly fall into the devil's should rather like an encounter with clutches. On the horizon, where earth highwaymen. Although I look so weakly and sky merged into one, the crimson and delicate I am really endowed with autumnal glow was slowly fading. To the strength of an ox. Once upon a the left of the road huge mounds de. time three robbers attacked me. Well, fined themselves vaguely in the fast what do you think happened? One I darkening atmosphere; they bore fan- struck so hard that he-that he died tastic resemblances, some to hayricks, there and then; the other two, thanks some to houses. It was impossible for to my assistance, were sent to Siberia the surveyor to see anything in front to penal servitude. I myself do not of him, for the driver's broad back en- know whence comes this strength. I tirely obstructed his vision. The at- can seize a burly fellow like you-and mosphere was still but cold, almost -and wring his neck." freezing.

Klim turned to look at the surveyor. “What a desert!" reflected the sur- wrinkled his face in a curious way, veyor, pulling his coat collar over his and gave the mare a blow with his ears. "Far and wide is neither house whip. nor hut. If I were to be attacked and "Yes, brother, so it is,” continued the robbed, not a creature would be a bit surveyor. "May God protect anybody the wiser, even if I were to fire off a who ventures to attack me. Not only cannon-and the driver looks anything would he lose his hands and feet, but but trustworthy. If such a son of he would have to answer for his crime Anak were merely to raise a finger, my before the judges. I am known to all fate would be decided. He has cer- the judges and magistrates. I am a an

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important and indispensable member Klim suddenly threw down his of the government. The State is al- reins, hurled himself from the cart, ways informed of my whereabouts, and vanished on all-fours into the and they take good care that no harm bushes. shall befall me. Everywhere where I "Help,” he screamed. “Help! Help! go policemen and village headmen" Take the horse and cart, but spare my (i.e., starosta) "are posted along the life. Help! murder! Help!" road to watch over my safety. Stop," Rapidly retreating footsteps and the cried the surveyor suddenly. "Where crashing of frozen twigs were heard are you going?”

and all was still. "Why, can't you see the forest before The surveyor, utterly taken aback by

this astounding occurrence, first busied “Yes, to be sure, so it is," reflected himself in bringing the horse to a the surveyor. “But I must try to con- standstill, then, seating himself more ceal my alarm. He has probably no- comfortably in the cart, he began to ticed my fear. Why does he look consider the situation. round so often? He is certainly plan- "He has certainly run away. The ning something, curse him. At first fool was frightened. What is to be he drove so slowly, just a snail's crawl, done now? I can't drive on alone, for and now he is tearing along. My good I don't know the road, besides which, Klim, why do you urge your horse so?” people would think I had stolen the

I am not urging it at all. It gallops horse. What is to be done? Klim, of its own free will. If it once begins Klim!" to gallop, no one can stop it. I don't "Klim!" replied the echoes. suppose it likes galloping any

A cold shiver ran over the surveyor than we should.”

as he reflected that he might have to "You are lying, brother. I see spend the whole night in the dark forplainly that you are lying. I should est, in the cold, listening to the howlnot advise you to drive too fast. Pulling of the wolves, the echoes, and the your reins tighter-do you hear? Pull snorting of a hungry horse. hard.”

“Klimuschka," he cried, "where are “Why should I?''

you, my good fellow? Where are you, "Because — because four of my Klimuschka ?" friends are now driving from the sta- For two whole hours the land surtion. I wish them to catch up. veyor sat and shouted; and not until They promised me they would do so- he had shouted himself quite hoarse, just here—by this forest. It will be and had become reconciled to the prosmerrier travelling in their company. pect of spending the night where he They are strong, powerful men-each was, did he hear the sound of faint one has a pistol. Why do you keep groans, borne towards him by the looking at me? Why do you wriggle night wind. as though you were sitting on pins and "Klim, my good man, is that you? needles? What?-Brother, I shall, - Do let us drive on.” Brother. There is no need for you to “You want to murder-murder me." keep looking at me. I am not at all an "I was only joking, my good man. interesting person-except perhaps on May God punish me if that is not the account of my revolvers. Would you truth. What kind of revolvers do you like to see them? I will get them; just imagine that I carry? In my own terwait."

ror, I was lying to you. Be so good as And the surveyor fumbled in his to drive on with

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nearly pockets under pretence of finding frozen.” something, when a totally unexpected Klim, who had apparently reflected event occurred; something which even that a real highwayman would have he, with all his cowardice, never even gone off with the horse and cart long imagined.

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and hesitatingly approached his pas- and the noise and bustle of the streets senger.

reach their height. "Well, why were you frightened, “Driver, to the Wiburger suburb." you silly fool? I was-merely joking hears Jona. "Driver!" and you became alarmed. Get in." Jona starts, and from between his

"The Lord be with you, sir,” grum- snow-laden eyelashes sees an officer in bled Klim as he clambered into the cloak and hood. cart. "If I had only known I would "To the Wiburger suburb!" repeats not have driven you, not for a hun- the officer. “Are you asleep?" dred roubles. I am nearly dead with As a sign that he understands, Jona fright.”

gathers up his reins, thereby causing Klim struck the horse—the cart great flakes of snow to fall from the shook-again he struck, the cart horse's back and shoulders. The offiswayed. At the fourth blow the cart cer seats himself in the sleigh. The was fairly in motion.

driver clicks with his tongue, stretches The land surveyor pulled his coat his neck like a swan, and cracks his collar up over his ears. Apparently whip more from force of habit than neither Klim nor the neighborhood in- necessity. The horse stretches out his spired him any longer with fear. neck, bends his wooden legs, and

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cided manner. SORROW.

From the dark swerving mass be“To whom shall I tell my sorrow ?"-Russian hind Jona issues a voice, "Where are Song.

you going, you devil's limb? What are Twilight has set in. Great snow- you trying to do? Keep to the right. flakes circle slowly round the street You don't know how to drive. Keep to lamps, sinking in thin soft heaps on the right," repeats the officer wraththe roofs, the horses' backs, on fully. men's shoulders and caps. The driver, The driver another carriage Jona. Potapow, is as white as any swears at him. A foot-passenger who ghost. He sits on the coachbox in as wishes to cross the road and knocks up crooked a position as a human body against the horse's head glares furican possibly assume, quite motionless. ously at him as he shakes the snow Apparently, he would not think it nec- from his sleeve. Jona wriggles on his essary to shake the snow off, even if box as if he were sitting on pins and an entire snowdrift fell on him. His needles, flings his arms about from little horse stands quite still, also cor- side to side, and gazes helplessly ered with snow. Rawboned and knock- around him as if he failed to underkneed, it is for all the world like one stand where he was or what he was of those gingerbread horses that you doing. buy at the fairs. It is, apparently, “What rogues there in this deep in thought. If you take a horse world!" cries the officer. "All these away from the plough, tear it away people seem determined to collide with from its surroundings, and immerse it you and your horse. There is certainly in this whirl of strange lights, of hur- a conspiracy against you." rying men and incessant noise, it can Jona looks round at his fare and surely not do otherwise than think. moves his lips. He evidently wishes

It is some considerable time since to say something, but only a hoarse Jona and his horse have remained in murmur escapes his throat. the same place. They began their day "What?" says the officer. very early in the morning, but nobody Jona forces a smile to his lips, clears had required their services. Now the his throat, and says huskily: "Sir, I evening mist is covering the town. As have lost-my son-died this week. the darkness deepens, the pale light of sir." the street lamps grows more brilliant “Ha! what did he die of?"

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