250 THROUGH RUSSIA ON A MUSTANG. 



the city, and between the pits in which the soldiers 

 had been buried. 



There was little of interest to arrest the attention 

 here, only the remains of the trenches and half-moon 

 mounds of the batteries, and everywhere the sunken 

 pits of rocks and bowlders which had once been piled 

 into mounds above the soldiers' graves. 



By ten o'clock, Monday, August 11, I was in Se- 

 vastopol, and by two o'clock of the same day had 

 parted — not without a pang of regret — with Texas. 

 Here were good hotels, steamships, people who spoke 

 English, tourists, and all the comforts of a civilized 

 city. I was no longer in Russia, but only on that sur- 

 face of it which tourists glide smoothly over by means 

 of rail and steamer; the Russia known to the visitors 

 who get their impressions of it by a trip to St. Peters- 

 burg and Moscow ; or by making the " grand tour " by 

 rail and by steamer, up the Volga. 



