".... for I know How far high failure overleaps the bounds Of low successes--" _Lewis Morris_. The fortified town of Andijan lay hot in the spring sunshine. Outside the citadel, in the clover meadows which stretched from its gate to the Black-river (a tributary to the swift Jaxartes which flows through the kingdom of Ferghana) a group of boys and men were playing leap-frog.…
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