On recognizing Praskukhin and discovering the state of things, Mikhailoff dropped his hand, gave his orders, and the battalion started into motion,
gathered up their guns, put on their cloaks, and set out.
No one who has not experienced it can imagine the dehght which a man feels when he takes his departure, after a three-hours bombardment, from such a dangerous post as the lodgements. Several times in the course of those three hours, Mikhailoff had, not without reason, considered his end as inevitable, and had grown accustomed to the conviction that he should infallibly be killed, and that he no longer belonged to this world. In spite of this, however, he had great difficulty in keeping his feet from running away with him when he issued from the lodgements at the head of his corps, in company with Praskukhin.
" Au revoir," said the major, the commander of another battalion, who was to remain in the lodgements, and with whom he had shared his cheese, as they sat in the pit behind the breastworks— "a pleasant journey to you."
" Thanks, I hope you will have good luck after we have gone. The firing seems to be holding up."
But no sooner had he said this than the enemy, who must have observed the movement in the lodgements, began to fire faster and faster. Our guns began to reply to him, and again a heavy cannonade began. The stars were gleaming high, but not brilliantly in the sky. The night was dark — you could hardly see your hand before you; only the flashes of the discharges and the explosions of the bombs illuminated objects for a moment. The soldiers marched on rapidly, in silence, involuntarily treading close on each other's heels; all that was audible through the incessant firing was the measured sound of their footsteps on the dry road, the noise of their bayonets as they came in contact, or the sigh and prayer of some young soldier, " Lord, Lord! what is this! " Now and then the groan of a wounded man arose, and the shout, " Stretcher! " (In the company commanded by Mikhai'loff, twenty-six men were killed in one night, by the fire of the artillery alone.) The lightning flashed against the distant horizon, the sentry in the bastion shouted, ** Can-non! " and the ball, shrieking over the heads of the corps, tore up the earth, and sent the stones flying.
" Deuce take it! how slowly they march," thought Praskukhin, glancing back continually, as he walked beside Mikhailoff. *' Really, it will be g /AT MAY.
better for me to run on in front; I have already given the order.... But no, it might be said later on that I was a coward. What will be will be; I will march with them."
" Now, why is he walking behind me.?" thought Mikhailoff, on his side. " So far as I have observed, he always brings ill-luck. There it comes, flying straight for us, apparently."
After traversing several hundred paces, they encountered Kalugin, who was going to the casemates, clanking his sword boldly as he walked, in order to learn, by the general's command, how the work was progressing there. But on meeting Mikhailoff, it occurred to him that, instead of going thither, under that terrible fire, which he was not ordered to do, he could make minute inquiries of the officer who had been there. And, in fact, Mikhailoff furnished him with a detailed account of the work. After walking a short distance with them, Kalugin turned into the trench, which led to the casemate.
" Well, what news is there? " inquired the officer, who was seated alone at the table, and eating his supper.
"Well, nothing, apparently, except that there will not be any further conflict."
" How so? On the contrary, the general has but just gone up to the top of the works. A regiment has already arrived. Yes, there it is... do you hear } The firing has begun again. Don't go. Why should you } " added the officer, perceiving the movement made by Kalugin.
" But I must be there without fail, in the present instance," thought Kalugin, " but I have already subjected myself to a good deal of danger to-day; the firing is terrible."