By heavens, they are not of us! They are not Jews at all.

The evil one alone knows what they are; they are only fit to be spit upon and cast aside.

Behold, my brethren, say the same! Is it not true, Schloma?
is it not true, Schmul ?" "By heavens, it is true!" replied Schloma and Schmul, from among the crowd, both pale as clay, in their ragged caps.
"We never yet," continued the tall Jew, "have had any secret intercourse with your enemies, and we will have nothing to do with Catholics; may the evil one fly away with them! We are like own brothers to the Zaporozhtzi." "What! the Zaporozhtzi are brothers to you!" exclaimed some one in the crowd.

"Don't wait! the cursed Jews! Into the Dnieper with them, gentles! Drown all the unbelievers!" These words were the signal.

They seized the Jews by the arms and began to hurl them into the waves.