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Chapter 7

           Sometimesthroughthemonotonouswavesofmen,likeafleckofwhitefoamonthewavesoftheEnns,anofficer,inacloakandwithatypeoffacedifferentfromthatofthemen,squeezedhiswayalong;sometimeslikeachipofwoodwhirlingintheriver,anhussaronfoot,anorderly,oratownsmanwascarriedthroughthewavesofinfantry;andsometimeslikealogfloatingdowntheriver,anofficers’orcompany’sbaggagewagon,piledhigh,leathercovered,andhemmedinonallsides,movedacrossthebridge.

           “It’sasifadamhadburst,”saidtheCossackhopelessly.“Aretheremanymoreofyoutocome?”

           “Amillionallbutone!”repliedawaggishsoldierinatorncoat,withawink,andpassedonfollowedbyanother,anoldman.

           “Ifhe”(hemeanttheenemy)“beginspoppingatthebridgenow,”saidtheoldsoldierdismallytoacomrade,“you’llforgettoscratchyourself.”

           Thatsoldierpassedon,andafterhimcameanothersittingonacart.

           “Wherethedevilhavethelegbandsbeenshovedto?”saidanorderly,runningbehindthecartandfumblinginthebackofit.

           Andhealsopassedonwiththewagon.Thencamesomemerrysoldierswhohadevidentlybeendrinking.

           “Andthen,oldfellow,hegiveshimoneintheteethwiththebuttendofhisgun...”asoldierwhosegreatcoatwaswelltuckedupsaidgaily,withawideswingofhisarm.

           “Yes,thehamwasjustdelicious...”answeredanotherwithaloudlaugh.Andthey,too,passedon,sothatNesvítskididnotlearnwhohadbeenstruckontheteeth,orwhatthehamhadtodowithit.

           “Bah!Howtheyscurry.

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