The General nodded in delight, and he was evidently very proud of his memory. "Well, Captain, is he a good soldier?" "Very good, General. All my soldiers are good," replied Stelikovski in his usual confident tone. The General's eyebrows were knitted, but his lips kept smiling, and the crabbed old face gradually resumed its light and friendly expression. "Well, well, Captain; we will see about that. How is the punishment-list?" "Your Excellency, for five years not a single man in my company has been punished." The General bent forward heavily and held out to Stelikovski his hairy hand in the white, unbuttoned glove that had slipped down to the knuckles. "I heartily thank you, my friend," he replied in a trembling voice, and tears glistened in his eyes. The General, like many old warriors, liked, now and then, to shed a slight tear. "Again my thanks for having given an old man pleasure. And you, too, my brave boys, accept my thanks," he shouted in a loud and vigorous voice to the soldiers. Thanks to the good impression left behind from Stelikovski's inspection, the review of the 6th Company also went off nearly satisfactorily; the General did certainly not bestow praise, but neither were any reproaches heard. At the bayonet attack on the straw mannikin this company even went astray. "Not that way, not that way, not that way!" screamed the General, shaking with wrath in the saddle. "Hold, stop! that's damnable. You go to work as if you were making a hole in soft bread. Listen, boys. That's not the way to deal with an enemy. The bayonet should be driven in forcibly and furiously right in the waist up to the muzzle of your rifle. Don't forget." The remaining companies made, one after the other, a hopeless "hash" of everything. At last the General's outburst of anger ceased. Tired and listless, he watched the miserable spectacle with gloomy looks, and, without uttering a word, he entirely excused himself from inspecting the 15th and 16th Companies, exclaiming with a gesture of disgust-- "Enough, enough of such abortions." There still remained the grand march past, and the parade. The whole regiment was formed into columns with half companies in front, and reduced gaps. Again the everlasting markers were ordered out to set the line of march by their ropes. The heat was now almost unbearable, and the soldiers could hardly bear any longer the fearful stench that exuded from their own freely perspiring bodies.