Pitiful cries resounded on all sides; but the stern Zaporozhtzi only laughed when they saw the Jewish legs, cased in shoes and stockings, struggling in the air.

The poor orator who had called down destruction upon himself jumped out of the caftan, by which they had seized him, and in his scant parti-coloured under waistcoat clasped Bulba's legs, and cried, in piteous tones, "Great lord! gracious noble! I knew your brother, the late Doroscha.

He was a warrior who was an ornament to all knighthood.

I gave him eight hundred sequins when he was obliged to ransom himself from the Turks." "You knew my brother ?" asked Taras.
"By heavens, I knew him.

He was a magnificent nobleman." "And what is your name ?" "Yankel." "Good," said Taras; and after reflecting, he turned to the Cossacks and spoke as follows: "There will always be plenty of time to hang the Jew, if it proves necessary; but for to-day give him to me." So saying, Taras led him to his waggon, beside which stood his Cossacks.
"Crawl under the waggon; lie down, and do not move.