CHAPTER I.

THE

SECRET DISPATCH;

OR,

THE ADVENTURES OF CAPTAIN BALGONIE.

BY

JAMES GRANT,

AUTHOR OF "ROMANCE OF WAR," "SCOTTISH CAVALIERS,"

ETC. ETC.

NEW EDITION.

LONDON:

CHAPMAN AND HALL, 193, PICCADILLY.

TO

PROFESSOR SIR JAMES Y. SIMPSON, BART.,

M.D., D.C.L., &C., &C.,

THIS TALE,

FROM RUSSIAN MILITARY HISTORY,

IS INSCRIBED,

AS A MEMORIAL OF ADMIRATION AND SINCERE REGARD.

PREFACE.

I need scarcely inform the reader of history, that most of the events

narrated in the subsequent pages actually occurred in the manner

stated; and I have done much to soften, or subdue, the actual

barbarity of the story, though such barbarity was consonant enough to

the days of her, whose "lust of power and contempt of all moral

restraint" won her the name of "the Semiramis of the North."

For the betrothal of the young Lieutenant of the Valikolutz Infantry

to his cousin, it may be mentioned that a dispensation was necessary,

as the Russian Church--like the Catholic--forbids all marriages

within four degrees of relationship.

As stated in the text, the little song of the gipsy is one of many

current enough in Russia, where the destruction of the Crescent is

always fondly predicted; but never so confidently as during our late

Crimean War: and even at this very time, an aged Muscovite, named

Alexis Alexandrovitch, after a seclusion of many years in the

district of Samara, has come forth as a prophet on the same subject,

and is now proceeding from place to place, like another Peter the

Hermit, foretelling and preaching the downfall of "the sick man" at

Stamboul, and the speedy substitution of the Russian Cross for the

Turkish Crescent on the dome of St. Sophia.

26, DANUBE STREET, EDINBURGH.

CONTENTS.

CHAPTER I.

The Lost Traveller

CHAPTER II.

The Castle of Louga

CHAPTER III.

Natalie

CHAPTER IV.

Corporal Podatchkine

CHAPTER V.

The Dagger of Bernikoff

CHAPTER VI.

The Palatine

CHAPTER VII.

The Soldier of the Czarina

CHAPTER VIII.

In Love

CHAPTER IX.

Deluded

CHAPTER X.

The Corporal in his own Trap

CHAPTER XI.

Olga, the Gipsy

CHAPTER XII.

St. Petersburg

CHAPTER XIII.

What the Secret Dispatch contained

CHAPTER XIV.

Charlie's first day in Schlusselburg

CHAPTER XV.

The Imperial Prisoner

CHAPTER XVI.

The Tratkir

CHAPTER XVII.

The Wood of the Honey Tree

CHAPTER XVIII.

Doubt and Dread

CHAPTER XIX.

The Night of the 15th September

CHAPTER XX.

Morning of the 16th September

CHAPTER XXI.

Underground

CHAPTER XXII

Over their Wine

CHAPTER XXIII.

Will he Succeed?

CHAPTER XXIV.

Conclusion

L'Envoi

THE SECRET DISPATCH.

CHAPTER I.

THE LOST TRAVELLER.

"Heaven aid me! here am I now--which way shall I turn--advance or

retire?" exclaimed Balgonie, as his horse came plunging down almost

on its knees, amid wild gorse and matted jungle.

A cold day in the middle of April had passed away; a pale and

cheerless sun, that had cast no heat on the leafless scenery and the

half-frozen marshes that border the Louga in Western Russia, had

sunk, and the darkness of a stormy night came on rapidly. The keen

blast of the north, that swept the arid scalps of the Dudenhof (the

only range of hills that traverses the ancient Ingria), was bellowing

through a gorge, where the Louga poured in foam upon its passage to

the Gulf of Finland, between steep banks that were covered by gloomy

pines, when the speaker, a mounted officer in Russian uniform, who

seemed too surely to have lost his way, reined up a weary and

mud-covered horse on the margin of the stream, and by the light that

yet lingered on the tops of the tall pines, and gilded faintly the

metal-covered domes of a distant building on the opposite bank,

looked hopelessly about him for the means of crossing the dangerous

river.

"Where am I?" he repeated, almost despairingly; for, as Schiller

sings in his "Song of the Bell,"--

"Man fears the kingly lion's tread;

Man fears the tiger's fangs of terror;

And still the dreadliest of the dread

Is man himself in error!"

Though clad in the uniform of the Russian Regiment of Smolensko,

which was raised in the famous duchy of that name, the traveller was

neither Muscovite nor Calmuck, Cossack nor Tartar, but a cool, wary,

and determined young Briton, one of the many Scottish officers whom

misfortune or ambition had drawn into the Russian service, both by

sea and land, from the time of Peter the Great down to the beginning

of the present century; for many Scottish officers served in the

Russian fleet with Admiral Greig at the famous bombardment of Varna:

and it was such volunteers as these that first taught the barbarous

hordes of the growing empire the true science of war and the

necessity for discipline.

The rider's green uniform, faced with scarlet velvet and richly laced

with gold, was covered by a thick grey pelisse (like our present

patrol-jackets), trimmed with black wolf's fur: he wore a scarlet

forage cap with a square top, long boots that came above the knee,

and a Turkish sabre that had once armed a pasha of more tails than

one.

"Swim the river I must," he muttered, after having traversed the

valley in vain, looking for a bridge, boat, or raft of timber; "but,

egad, death may be the penalty. Well," he added, with a gleam of ire

in his dark grey eyes and a bitter smile on his lip, "there was a

time, perhaps, when I little thought that I, Charlie Balgonie, would

find a nameless grave in this land of timber, hemp, and salted hides,

where caviare is a luxury, train-oil a liqueur, and the air of

Siberia deemed healthy for all who have any absurd ideas of political

freedom, or are silly enough to imagine that a man may be the lord of

his own proper person."

To add to his troubles and discomfort, though the month was

April--usually the most serene of the year in Russia--snow-flakes

were beginning to fall, rendering yet greater the gloom of the

gathering night.

"I was to have found a bridge here. Can that Livonian villain,

Podatchkine, have deluded, and then left me to my fate?"

He knew that in his rear, the way by which he had come, lay

half-frozen morasses, heathy wastes, and forests of spruce, larch,

and silver-leaved firs--vast natural magazines for supplying all

Europe with masts and spars--the haunt of the wolf and bear; he knew

that to linger or to return were worse than to advance, and that he

must cross the stream and seek quarters and guidance at the château,

the name of which was yet unknown to him.

This was, if possible, the worst season for passing the Louga, which

is always deepest and most navigable in spring. It rises in the

district of Novgorod; and, after traversing a country full of vast

forests for more than 180 miles, falls into the Gulf of Finland.

Balgonie buttoned tightly his holster-flaps, hooked up his sabre,

assured himself that an important dispatch with which he was

entrusted was safe in an inner pocket, and prepared seriously for the

perilous task of swimming his horse across the stream.

Again he looked anxiously at the château, the abode evidently of some

wealthy noble or boyar. Its outline had almost disappeared in the

increasing obscurity; the last faint gleams of the west had faded

away on the onion-shaped roofs of its turrets, and a central dome of

polished copper, which was cut into facets like the outside of a

pine-apple (for there is much of the Oriental in the old Russian

architecture); but lights were beginning to sparkle cheerfully

through its double-sashed windows upon the feathery and the

funeral-like foliage of the solemn pine woods.

Could those who were comfortably, perhaps luxuriously seated within,

but know that there was a poor human being on the eve, perhaps, of

perishing helplessly amid the dark flow of that deep and roaring

river!

"Courage, friend Charlie!" said the rider to himself; and then he

hallooed loudly, as if to attract attention, but did so in vain. The

night was becoming a very severe one; the flakes of snow fell thicker

and thicker on the gusty and cutting blast.

"Ah! if I should perish here--such a fate!" thought he, shuddering.

"Shall I be swept down this black and horrid stream, the Louga, to be

cast a drowned corpse upon its banks, to be found stripped and buried

by wondering but unpitying serfs and boors; or shall I be torn and

mangled by bears and wolves; or borne even to the Gulf of Finland,

far, far away, having thus an obscure and wretched fate, without

winning the name I had hoped to gain--forgotten even by those who

wronged me in Scotland, the land that never more shall be a home to

me!"

He did not say all this aloud; but certainly some such painful

surmises flashed upon him as he forced his snorting and reluctant

horse, by a vigorous use of the spurs, through the thickly interwoven

brushwood that grew on the bank of the river, the dull and monotonous

rush of which, encumbered as it was by large pieces of ice, was

sufficient to appal even a stouter heart than that of this young

Scottish soldier of fortune.

With a brief invocation on his lips, he gave his horse the reins and

gored it with the rowels. A strong, active, and clean-limbed, but

somewhat undersized animal from the steppes of the Ukraine, with a

fierce and angry snort, it plunged into the torrent, and breasted the

icy masses bravely.

The slippery fragments that glided past, struck at times both horse

and rider, forcing them to swerve down the stream; others were dashed

by the whirling eddies against the projecting pieces of rock or roots

of old trees; but after twice nearly despairing of achieving the

passage, and believing himself lost, his horse trod firmly on the

opposite bank. It emerged, panting, snorting, dripping, and

trembling in every fibre, from the flood, and then Captain Balgonie

found that he had escaped with life, and had safely passed the

swollen waters of the Louga!

Leading his sturdy little steed by the bridle and caressing it the

while, he made his way up the opposite bank, guided only by the

lights in the mansion (or castle); but he proceeded with extreme

difficulty, for the underwood was thick and dense as that which grew

round the Palace of the Sleeping Beauty; ere long, however, he

reached a plateau, the border of a park or lawn, and saw the

snow-whitened walls and turrets of the edifice towering before him.

Rising from a balustraded terrace, with an arched porte-cochère in

front, the façade was square, and three storied, having a central

dome like an inverted punchbowl, and several little angular towers,

tall and slender like minarets; these cut the sky-line, and were

surrounded each by a broad cornice or gallery, and terminated by a

bulbous-shaped roof, exactly like an onion with its acute end in the

air.

The lights in its many windows, the red and yellow coloured curtains

within, all indicated warmth and comfort; while with the snow flakes

freezing on his sodden and saturated uniform, his limbs benumbed, and

his teeth well-nigh chattering, Balgonie hastily led his horse under

the porte-cochère, and applied his hand vigorously to the great

brazen knocker on the front door.

It was speedily opened, and a white-bearded _dvornick_, or porter,

wearing a long flowing _shoubah_, or coat of fur, lined with red

flannel, admitted him with many humble genuflections, at the same

time summoning a groom to take charge of his horse.

By the bearing of these lackeys, one might almost have thought that

the Captain had been expected, or was a friend of the family: but a

uniform has ever been an all-powerful passport, and an epaulette the

most mighty of all introductions in Russia, where everything is

measured by a military standard; thus, in an incredibly short space

of time, the wants of rider and horse were alike hospitably attended

to.

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