Amid carts and booths, smoke was seen here and there curling up from sheet-iron stoves. Here they sold hot tea. At others, there were eatables: fried sausages, cabbage, _barszcz_[14] and boiled potatoes. ----- Footnote 14: _Barszcz_—pronounced “barshch”—a soup made of sour beetroots.—_Translator’s Note._ Everywhere, _Dziads_ were about in vast swarms: the blind, the halt, the dumb; cripples with never an arm, cripples with never a leg: just as at a local village fête. They played hymn tunes on tiny kits they held, or sang godly songs, clinking money in their wooden bowls. From the house-walls, from among the wagons, from the mud-deluged street, they all came to beg timidly, and implore a trifle in money or in kind. On all this did Boryna gaze, not infrequently with admiration, as he exchanged a few words with acquaintances whom he met. At last he got to the swine-market, which was beyond the monastery: a very large space of sandy ground, with a few houses sprinkled here and there. Close to the monastery garden wall, and shaded by many a huge oak-tree that stretched out its branches over the wall, still covered with withered leaves, were grouped a good many people and carts, together with a large number of swine brought to the fair for sale. He soon saw Hanka and Yuzka, who stood at the outside of the group. “Have you sold, hey?” “Oh, the butchers have been here already to bargain for the sow; but they offer too little.” “Are swine dear?” “Dear? Not at all. So many have come, and the buyers are too few.” “Anybody from Lipka?” “The Klembas have brought some small pigs; and Simon, Dominikova’s son, has one too.” “Well, be as quick as you can, that you may enjoy the fair.” “We have enough of waiting already.” “How much will they give for the sow?” “Thirty paper roubles. They say she is not well fed; big bones, but no fat on them.” “That’s the biggest of lies! She has four fingers’ thickness of fat!” he cried, feeling the sow’s back and sides. “The young pig is not fat on the sides, but then its hams are well clad,” he added, driving it out of the wet sand where it was wallowing and half buried. “Sell at thirty-five. I shall just see Antek, and come back to you directly.—Haven’t you a mind to eat?” “Our bread is eaten already.” “I’ll buy you a bit of sausage besides. Only get a good price for the pigs.” “Father, won’t you think of buying me the kerchief you promised last spring?” Boryna put his hand to his bosom, but stopped, as though struck with some idea, took out his hand again, and waved it, saying merely: “You shall have it, Yuzka.”