the loved one; from known lands it is bearing him as mer-
cilessly as fate, but into wild places and into darkness.

They sailed through the mouth of the Tasma into the
Dnieper. The wind whistled; the oars plashed monoto-
nously and sadly. The oarsmen began to sing.

Skshetuski wrapped himself in a burka, and lay down on
the bed which the soldier had fixed for him. He began to
think of Helena, --- that she was not yet in.Lubni, that Bogun
was behind, and he departing. Fear, evil presentiments,
care, besieged him like ravens. He began to struggle with
them, struggled till he was wearied; thoughts tormented
him; something wonderful was blended with the whistle of
the wind, the plash of the oars, and the songs of the oars-
men, --- he fell asleep.