"Of course,from their point of view,"said the staff-captain,"he was perfectly right."I was involuntarily struck by the aptitude which the Russian displays for accommodating himself to the customs of the people in whose midst he happens to be living.I know not whether this mental quality is deserving of censure or commendation,but it proves the incredible pliancy of his mind and the presence of that clear common sense which pardons evil wherever it sees that evil is inevitable or im-possible of annihilation.
CHAPTER VII
IN the meantime we had finished our tea.
The horses,which had been put to long before,were freezing in the snow.In the west the moon was growing pale,and was just on the point of plunging into the black clouds which were hanging over the distant summits like the shreds of a torn curtain.We went out of the hut.Contrary to my fellow-traveller's pre-diction,the weather had cleared up,and there was a promise of a calm morning.The dancing choirs of the stars were interwoven in wondrous patterns on the distant horizon,and,one after another,they flickered out as the wan resplendence of the east suffused the dark,lilac vault of heaven,gradually illumining the steep mountain slopes,covered with the virgin snows.To right and left loomed grim and mysterious chasms,and masses of mist,eddying and coiling like snakes,were creeping thither along the furrows of the neighbouring cliffs,as though sentient and fear-ful of the approach of day.
All was calm in heaven and on earth,calm as within the heart of a man at the moment of morning prayer;only at intervals a cool wind rushed in from the east,lifting the horses'manes which were covered with hoar-frost.We started off.The five lean jades dragged our wagons with difficulty along the tortuous road up Mount Get.We ourselves walked behind,placing stones under the wheels whenever the horses were spent.
The road seemed to lead into the sky,for,so far as the eye could discern,it still mounted up and up,until finally it was lost in the cloud which,since early evening,had been resting on the sum-mit of Mount Get,like a kite awaiting its prey.
The snow crunched under our feet.The atmo-sphere grew so rarefied that to breathe was pain-ful;ever and anon the blood rushed to my head,but withal a certain rapturous sensation was diffused throughout my veins and I felt a species of delight at being so high up above the world.
A childish feeling,I admit,but,when we retire from the conventions of society and draw close to nature,we involuntarily become as children:
each attribute acquired by experience falls away from the soul,which becomes anew such as it was once and will surely be again.He whose lot it has been,as mine has been,to wander over the desolate mountains,long,long to observe their fantastic shapes,greedily to gulp down the life-giving air diffused through their ravines --he,of course,will understand my desire to communicate,to narrate,to sketch those magic pictures.
Well,at length we reached the summit of Mount Gut and,halting,looked around us.
Upon the mountain a grey cloud was hanging,and its cold breath threatened the approach of a storm;but in the east everything was so clear and golden that we --that is,the staff-captain and I --forgot all about the cloud...Yes,the staff-captain too;in simple hearts the feeling for the beauty and grandeur of nature is a hundred-fold stronger and more vivid than in us,ecstatic composers of narratives in words and on paper.
"You have grown accustomed,I suppose,to these magnificent pictures!"I said.
"Yes,sir,you can even grow accustomed to the whistling of a bullet,that is to say,accus-tomed to concealing the involuntary thumping of your heart.""I have heard,on the contrary,that many an old warrior actually finds that music agreeable.""Of course,if it comes to that,it is agree-able;but only just because the heart beats more violently.Look!"he added,pointing towards the east."What a country!"And,indeed,such a panorama I can hardly hope to see elsewhere.Beneath us lay the Koishaur Valley,intersected by the Aragva and another stream as if by two silver threads;a bluish mist was gliding along the valley,fleeing into the neighbouring defiles from the warm rays of the morning.To right and left the mountain crests,towering higher and higher,intersected each other and stretched out,covered with snows and thickets;in the distance were the same mountains,which now,however,had the appearance of two cliffs,one like to the other.And all these snows were burning in the crimson glow so merrily and so brightly that it seemed as though one could live in such a place for ever.The sun was scarcely visible behind the dark-blue mountain,which only a practised eye could distinguish from a thunder-cloud;but above the sun was a blood-red streak to which my companion directed particular attention.
"I told you,"he exclaimed,"that there would be dirty weather to-day!We must make haste,or perhaps it will catch us on Mount Krestov.--Get on!"he shouted to the drivers.
