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«ЖІНОЧИЙ СВІТ» 27 large wagon, which many а time, years ago, had served as а bar. ricade against the attacks of the Poles and Tartars, and which, on numerous occasions, had added to the impediments of retreat from the outposts, when it had to be dragged over thickets, swamps, and rivers before the pursuing enemy. For an entirely different purpose he pulled out the wagon now, and hitched it to a team of horses in which had perished long ago the vehement fire that darted out of the eyes and nostrils, and threw the horses hither and thither, frightening the women and children, but delight- ing a Cossack. Now these two white horses behaved quietly under the hand of old Henry, who had also become unaccustomed to the Cos- sack capering. The servants carried out the soiled linen and placed it on the wagon. Then they got оп them- selves, all bedecked with ribbons and flowers, Irene joined them, and аз a poppy outdazzles all of the other flowers in the garden, so sat she among her servants. Gray- headed Henry sat in the front. The boys ran to open the gates. The old centurion looked out the window and called, “Do not stay out there too long, Irene.” “I won't, father,” she replied. The driver cracked the whip ; the horses neighed, scenting the meadow grass. The sound of their hoofs resounded along the road, and the wagon, the driver, and the girls were soon out of sight. Before long they reached the coppice. It was spring time, and the grass was fresh, covering the ground with its coat of green. As And as a bright meteor traces a beaming the green coppice below path through the sky at night, so rode Irene through the wide cop- pice with her girls. At length the rush of the foaming Trubailo be- came audible. Through the open- ing of the trees they beheld the spot where the stream runs over the rocks, and the sun was reflected on the water in such splendor, that one might have thought it was not water but pure crystal running down the hill and breaking itself up into shiny fragments of glass upon the rocks. On the opposite side of the Tru- bailo was a high steep bank over- grown with elm, whose roots over- hung the water. Wild hops clung to these roots and swayed in shaggy clusters. Below, the water rushed incessantly. This was the Auroch’s bank, The girls surveyed the high bank and asked old Henry why it was called the Auroch’s bank. “Why do you want to know?” questioned Henry. “Oh, just because we are curious,” “I would tell you, but I am afraid that you would not go to this stream again.” “What is the mystery? Please do tell us.” Unable to resist their curiosity, the old man sat down on a stone beside the stream and began to relate the story. “Long ago, before the Tartar invasion, a prince ruled over Peri- азіау. The prince was a mighty hunter and was very fond of chase. Once upon a time when he went hunting in some thick grove, he became separated from his compa- ny. Fora long time he rode through the forest, when all at once he be- held a herd of aurochs grazing in the open space in the woods.” “What asked Trene. are auyochs?” “They are wild oxen with golden horns; you cannot see them any- where now. The prince beheld the aurochs but he was not fascinated by their golden horns; instead, he wondered at the girl of captivating beauty who stood by them. Quickly he rode up to her, but was so daz- zled by her beauty that he stop- ped before reaching her. All at once the prince forgot his companions and the fact that he was lost in the forest, so completely was he en- chanted by the fair face of the strange girl. ‘Maiden, will you marry те?" he asked. ‘I will marry you when Trubailo reverses its course,’ she replied. The prince persisted, ‘If you refuse me, I will shoot down your aurochs.’ ‘If you kill my aurochs, you will never shoot anything else, re- taliated the girl. The prince became angry and taking his bow, he began to shoot the golden horned aurochs. The aurochs ran into the forest and the prince pursued them, shooting ar- row after arrow into the fleeing herd. When they came upon the Trubailo, which was not as паг- row as it is now, they plunged over the steep bank into the water, Not one of them could swim across, and each one turned into stone on the bed of the river. The maiden clasped her hands in despair and cried out, ‘Because you have drowned my golden horn- ed aurochs, I curse you to wander eternally through this forest.’ (To be continued) WISE SAYINGS If both sexes thought and acted alike, the world would be even more monotonous than it is. — Mrs. Franklin D. Roosevelt. You can now hire a first-class professor for what you once paid a truck driver. —Dr. J. W. Brister, president of State Teachers’ College at Memphis, Tenn. You judge a country not by what it is in times of prosperity, but by what it is in hard times. — Paul Claudel, French diplomat. Not lukewarm and neutral men make history, but men who accept battle. — Adolf Hitler.
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