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"This is the road," replied the ood of that"

"Listen, ood peasant," said I; "do you know this country? Can you lead us to a shelter for the night?"

"This country! Thank God, I have been over it on foot and in carriage, fro the road in this weather It is better to stop here and wait till the hurricane ceases: then the sky will clear, and we can find the way by the stars"

His coolness gave e I had decided to trust ht on the steppe, when the traveler, seating himself on the bench which was the coach is near Turn to the right and go on"

"Why should I turn to the right?" said the coachman, sulkily, "where do you see a road?"

"Must I say to you these horses, as well as the harness, belong to another? then use the ithout respite"

I thought my coachman's view rational

"Why do you believe," said I to the new-co is not far off?"

"The wind blows from that quarter," said he, "and I have sacity, the delicacy of his sense of so wherever the other wished The horses walked heavily through the deep snow The kibitka advanced but slowly, now raised on a hillock, now descending into a holloaying fro over on me every instant, moaned I pulled down the hood of the kibitka, wrapped myself up inof the vehicle, and lulled by the chant of the te my hand

"Come out, my lord," said he, "we have arrived"

"Where have we arrived?" said I, rubbing my eyes

"At the shelter God has helped us; we have stu Come out, my lord, quick; come and warm yourself"

I descended from the kibitka; the hurricane had not ceased, but it had ht was useless, it was so dark Thea lantern under the flaps of his long coat, the Cossack cafetan He led us into a shted by a pine torch In the centre hung a carabine and a high Cossack cap