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Little Paulina Christmas in Russia

ADAPTED FROM
MARY COWDEN CLARKE
BY
ANNA ROBINSON





BOSTON
DANA ESTES & COMPANY
PUBLISHERS
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Copyright, 1906
By Dana Estes & Company

All rights reserved

LITTLE PAULINA

Colonial Press
Electrotyped and Printed by C. H. Simonds & Co.
Boston, U. S. A.
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LITTLE PAULINA: CHRISTMAS IN RUSSIA

IT was nearing the close of a short winter’s day,—the day beforeChristmas. Thickly fell the snow, fiercely keen blew the northern wind,heaping the drifts into crannies and gullies, and then whirling them farand wide. The fir-trees were all behung with wreaths of sheeted white,that the next blast flung abroad in scattered showers. The sky loweredabove all, gray, cheerless, and hopeless, as a man—setting his teethhard, and facing the inclemency as he best might—cast his eyes uptoward the heavens, and then looked around him, with an air that bespokehis having lost his way amid the solitudes of the pine forest.

He might have been a denizen of the place, for the coarseness and evensqualor of his clothing. The rough tunic and cloak of sheepskin, thebearhide gloves, and wolfskin cap befitted the meanest serf. But for allhis peasant garb, it was clear he was a stranger in this part of thecountry.

With one more perplexed look about him, he suddenly shouted aloud. Thesound seemed dulled and deadened by the damp, frozen air and thecurtained canopy of overhanging trees.

His voice seemed shut in, like himself, within the confines of thisdreary wood prison. Yet once again he shouted,—once again sent forth anappealing cry for aid,—if it might be that{6} human aid was near. Andthen—amid the gloom and silence—there came an answering sound,—a cryhigh-pitched, but dulled by distance and by seeming lack of power in theshouter.

The man turned his steps in the direction of the response he had heard,calling loudly. It was repeated, and evidently drew nearer. Just then heemerged from among th

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