126 the rose without prickles, atale. Sept. 25; 
In the morning they got up at day break, and 
having thanked their landlord, who would have no- 
thing for their lodging, they pursued their journey. 
Having got about half a mile, they heard the sound 
of the bag pipe. Ivan wanted to go nearer; but 
Rafsudok hinted that the bagpipe would lead them 
out of their way. Curiosity got the better of Ivan, 
and he went up to the bagpipe ; but when he saw the 
mad pranks of disfigured drunkards staggering about 
the piper, he was terrified, and threw himself into 
the arms of Rafsudok, who carried him back to ; 
the road. 
Having pafsed through a grove they saw a 
steep hill. Rafsudok told Ivan that the rose with- 
out prickles that stings not grew there. Ivan, op- 
prefsed with the heat of the sun, grew tired; he be- 
gan to fret, —said there was no end to that road, how 
far it is! and afked if they could not find a nearer 
way. Rafsudok answered, that he was carrying 
him the nearest way, and that difficulties are only 
“to be overcome by patience, The Czarowitz in il 
humour cried out ; perhaps | fhall find the way my- 
self,--waved his hand, doubled his pace, and separate 
ed himself from his guide. 
Rafsudok remained behind and foliowed slowly in 
silence. The child entered a market town where 
there were few who took notice of him, for it was a 
market day, and every body was engaged in busi- 
nefs in the market place. The Czarowitz wander- 
ing among carts and noisy traders, began to cry. 
One person, who did not know him, pafsed by, and 
secing him crying said to him: ‘* Have done crying 
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