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during the night, overpowering the melody of CI ^ AI> - 
nightingales in Russia as well as in Denmark, -v— ' 
joined the loud chorus; while the moon, full 
and splendid, rose over this fine scene. 
Upon the south side of the river stood a small 
wooden hut : at this our driver desired to stop 
for a little quass. Having acquired a relish for 
this Scythian beverage, we followed him into 
the hut; but were astonished to find, instead 
of quass, five or six hogsheads full of brandy ; 
and this they were retailing and drawing off, as 
our tapsters draw beer. We could not learn 
where they found customers for so great a con- 
sumption, but supposed they might be derived 
from the traffic upon the river : yet they assured 
us that such brandy-huts were found in every 
village, and that all of them were equally well 
stocked. 
We arrived late the same night at Celo Zavody, Za * 
and waited there until sun-rise. In all the 
villages and towns, from Moscow to Woronetz, 
as in other parts of Russia, are seen boys, girls, 
and sometimes even old men, playing with the 
small joint-bones of a sheep. This game is Al ’*^ 
called dibbs by our English peasants. It is of 
very remote antiquity ; and it may be observed 
beautifully represented upon the Grecian terra- 
