number wounded, in the fight of the day before, a general panic spread through the Jewish population, and such as could find means of transport, to the number of several thousand, fled for refuge into Brody.

The Russian side of the barrier, where a mingled crowd of insurgents, who were afraid to go to the front, and Jewish loungers from Brody, had disported themselves the day before, was now re-occupied by Cossacks. Finding the Austrian employé, whose duty it is to visit the outposts along the frontier, about to start on his rounds, I asked and obtained leave to accompany him. Striking into the ride in the woods, which separates the two frontiers, we soon left behind us the gaping crowd at the barrier. On the left a great column of smoke rose out of the woods, probably marking the site of some burning village. Though keeping to the neutral strip of ground between the two territories, the wellknown disregard of nice distinctions which characterizes the Cossacks three of whom had just ridden down the same ride-made our excursion sufficiently interesting. My companion, who wore the Austrian official coat and cap, turned out to be a Pole, and informed me that he had two brothers among the insurgents. Asking me if I had a revolver with me, on my replying that I had not, he coolly remarked that it was a pity. Not much reassured by this observation, I began to doubt whether the Austrian uniform would afford me the protection I had at first supposed. It was not long before we came upon the first Cossack station—a hut with compartments for man and horse. It was unoccupied, but my companion informed me that the straw bed bore traces of having been lately disturbed

A little further

on we came across the tattered coat and drawers of a Russian infantry soldier, who had probably been killed by an insurgent patrol. My companion pointed out to me the spot, not far off, where he had come across the bivouac of the fourth company of Wysocki's infantry, during his night rounds. Finding himself cut off from the rest of the detachment, and ignorant that Wysocki had crossed the frontier, the captain of the fourth company, taking up a position just on the Austrian side of the ride separating the two territories, sent his adjutant on a night reconnaissance, with directions to find out Wysocki's whereabouts. Having occasion to ride past the Jewish inn on the Austrian side of the Radziwillow barrier, his horse, whose former master had been in the habit of turning in regularly to refresh himself, made a spring at the gateway, literally on to the top of the Hungarian patrol, who were sleeping on the ground. Springing at once to their arms, and relieved to find the Russians were not upon them, the Austrian soldiers of course arrested the insurgent, who was equally astonished at his predicament. "The horse I am now riding is the same my men captured from the insurgent last night," added my informant; "but I shall send it him back." In vain the fourth company awaited the return of their adjutant, and, receiving no tidings, went asunder at dawn.

Continuing our ride, we reached a settlement of Objeszczyki, or frontier guards, who never escape hanging when they fall into the hands of the insurgents. To a man they had decamped, and the most glorious confusion reigned in their dwellings. The unmilked cows, breaking loose from their stalls, were availing them

selves of their freedom to make a general investigation of the premises. One of them had its head stuck fast in a great barrel of meal, reminding one strangely of the appearance presented by gentlemen who thrust their faces into hats for devotional purposes. One faithful dog, whose mate had been shot by the insurgents the day before, kept guard over the deserted dwellings, and pursued us with furious barking. Night was now fast coming on, and the outlines of the bushes seemed all suddenly to assume the form of crouching Cossacks. On the whole I was quite contented to get back to the Radziwillow barrier, whence I threaded my way back to Brody through a continual stream of fugitive Jews.

Before leaving Brody I visited the hospital, and found among the wounded a young lady of nineteen. She had received a wound in the calf of the leg, from which the doctors had successfully extracted the ball the day before our visit. I was informed that the young lady's name was Stanislawa Przyleçka, and that she had left a situation near Warsaw, and joined the insurgents in the hope of avenging herself on the Russians for sending her father to Siberia. Those who were near her in the battle affirm that she shot three Cossacks with her own hand before she received her wound. The story of her escape from the field of battle is romantic in the extreme. Having lain hid for some hours in the tall reeds by the side of a pond, she at last took courage to look about her, and at no great distance perceived the head of a man with a long beard projecting out of the water. Feeling convinced that, like herself, the owner of this head was hiding from the Russians, she managed to attract his attention, and learnt from him that he was

an Italian called Antonello, and a survivor of Horodyski's rash enterprise. The Italian, of course, at once offered his assistance to the young lady, who, notwithstanding her wound, accomplished on foot the distance-about two English miles-to the Austrian frontier. In Antonello, the Italian, I recognised at once an old friend, Sienkiewitz, who, though a Pole, after fifteen years' service in the Italian army, had become so thoroughly Italian that he spoke his adopted better than his native tongue, and preferring to fall into the hands of the Russians as an Italian, rather than as a Pole, had assumed a fictitious name.

In the next room to this young lady was an individual who presented the strangest contrast to her-nothing more nor less than a law stationer, who had been in business first in Sunderland and afterwards in London. Though he spoke English like a native, he informed me that he was by birth a Pole, and had become a naturalised British subject.

Leaving his bedside, my attention was next directed to a Russian soldier, who was treated with the same attention as the Poles. The poor fellow's head was a mass of wounds, and his cap, which hung by his bedside, was riddled with bullets. In addition, he had received a bayonet wound in his side, but to my astonishment the doctor pronounced him to be progressing favourably. He had already recovered sufficient presence of mind to ask for brandy!

The general complaint among the wounded was, that they had received their wounds without seeing the

enemy.

CHAPTER XVII.

BY THE ROAD TO WARSAW.

FROM Brody I returned once more to Lemberg, en route for Kryniça, a little watering-place on the Galician slopes of the Carpathians.

Far removed from the scene of war and turmoil, the tranquillity of the place was most soothing after the exciting scenes through which I had lately passed. The heroes of the revolution were to be met with on all sides. Like the island-valley of Avilion, Krynica lies:

"Deep meadowed, happy, fair with orchard-lawns;"

and not a few Arthurs had resorted thither to heal them of their grievous wounds. The immediately surrounding hills, which hold Kryniça in their embrace, are of that soft undulating nature which always seem to breathe perfect repose, while in the distance the sharp granite peaks of the Tatra, full of wild unrest, seemed perpetually to threaten to disturb the peace which reigned there. Every other person you met with had some stirring tale to tell, and the hours passed swiftly as you listened to nrrratives of wild adventure and hair-breadth escapes. A professional story-teller might have gathered there materials which would have rendered drawing on his own imagination superfluous for a long time to come.