For aught I know, we may be in Russia now.

These forests are a sort of no man's land, and I don't suppose any line of frontier has ever been marked.

It is Russia to the east of this forest, some thirty miles away, and it is Poland to the west of it.

The forest is no good to anyone except the charcoal burners.

I have met both Russians and Poles in the wood, and, as there is plenty of room for all--ay, and would be were there a thousand to every one now working in it--they are on friendly terms with each other, especially as the two nations are, at present, allied against Sweden." In spite of the wolves, Charlie continued his walks in the forest, accompanied always by Stanislas.