All kissed the cross.

When the camp broke up and the army moved out of the Setch, all the Zaporozhtzi turned their heads back.

"Farewell, our mother!" they said almost in one breath.

"May God preserve thee from all misfortune!" As he passed through the suburb, Taras Bulba saw that his Jew, Yankel, had already erected a sort of booth with an awning, and was selling flint, screwdrivers, powder, and all sorts of military stores needed on the road, even to rolls and bread.

"What devils these Jews are!" thought Taras; and riding up to him, he said, "Fool, why are you sitting here?
do you want to be shot like a crow ?" Yankel in reply approached nearer, and making a sign with both hands, as though wishing to impart some secret, said, "Let the noble lord but keep silence and say nothing to any one.