Advancing with my attendant, I met household troops of the Pototskis,
the Vishnyevetskis, the Kisiels, the Zbaraskis, in various uniforms,
black, red, and many-colored, now quota troops of the Commonwealth, now
squadrons of the king. The horses of these warriors advanced to their
bellies in grass, and snorted as if swimming in water; captains managed
the squadrons, as shepherd dogs tend their flocks; the Cossacks beat
kettle-drums, blew their horn trumpets and fifes, or sang songs, making
so tremendous an uproar that when they had passed and disappeared the
wind brought back a sound, as it were, of some distant storm. At
intervals moved also the wagons of bullock-drivers, which squeaked
shrilly; from this squeaking our horses were frightened. Some of those
bullock-drivers were bringing salt from the Liman at the Euxine; others
were returning from among foul pagans at the Palus Maeotis, or from
Moscow; others were taking Moldavian wine to the Saitch; and the wagons
moved one after another in the order of storks, forming lines a mile
long on the steppe.
We met also herds of oxen, all of one color, gray, with great curving
horns. Crowding together, they moved so closely as to form a solid mass,
their horned foreheads swaying from side to side.
Beyond the stanitsa Kiselova, one company of an important hussar
regiment met us. The men were in full equipment, and a sound went from
their wings, as from those of eagles. My attendant and I could not take
our eyes from them, though it was difficult to look at the men, for the
eye was struck by a terrible glare of sunlight reflected from their
weapons; the gleams from their lance-points raised upward were like
flames of burning candles suspended in the air. But the hearts rose in
us, for those hussars seemed more like a company of kings than common
warriors, such was the _auctoritas_ (authority) in them, and the majesty
of battle.
Beyond the stanitsa the country was wilder. Often in the steppe we saw
at night fires of Cossack couriers sent to various stanitsas, or even of
peasants who were fleeing to the steppe. We did not approach these,
since we made our own fires.
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