in order; test your weapons.Take not many clothes with you: a shirt and a couple of pairs of trousers to each Cossack, and a pot of oatmeal and millet apiece--let no one take any more.There will be plenty of provisions, all that is needed, in the waggons.Let every Cossack have two horses.And two hundred yoke of oxen must be taken, for we shall require them at the fords and marshy places.Keep order, gentles, above all things.I know that there are some among you whom God has made so greedy that they would like to tear up silk and velvet for foot-cloths.Leave off such devilish habits; reject all garments as plunder, and take only weapons: though if valuables offer themselves, ducats or silver, they are useful in any case.I tell you this beforehand, gentles, if any one gets drunk on the expedition, he will have a short shrift: I will have him dragged by the neck like a dog behind the baggage waggons, no matter who he may be, even were he the most heroic Cossack in the whole army; he shall be shot on the spot like a dog, and flung out, without sepulture, to be torn by the birds of prey, for a drunkard on the march deserves no Christian burial.Young men, obey the old men in all things! If a ball grazes you, or a sword cuts your head or any other part, attach no importance to such trifles.Mix a charge of powder in a cup of brandy, quaff it heartily, and all will pass off--you will not even have any fever; and if the wound is large, put ****** earth upon it, mixing it first with spittle in your palm, and that will dry it up.And now to work, to work, lads, and look well to all, and without haste."[3] The Cossack waggons have their axles smeared with tar instead of grease.
So spoke the Koschevoi; and no sooner had he finished his speech than all the Cossacks at once set to work.All the Setch grew sober.
Nowhere was a single drunken man to be found, it was as though there never had been such a thing among the Cossacks.Some attended to the tyres of the wheels, others changed the axles of the waggons; some carried sacks of provisions to them or leaded them with arms; others again drove up the horses and oxen.On all sides resounded the tramp of horses' hoofs, test-shots from the guns, the clank of swords, the lowing of oxen, the screech of rolling waggons, talking, sharp cries and urging-on of cattle.Soon the Cossack force spread far over all the plain; and he who might have undertaken to run from its van to its rear would have had a long course.In the little wooden church the priest was offering up prayers and sprinkling all worshippers with holy water.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 ****** 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.Among the Cossack waggons is a waggon of mine.I am carrying all sorts of needful stores for the Cossacks, and on the journey I will furnish every sort of provisions at a lower price than any Jew ever sold at before.'Tis so, by heavens! by heavens, 'tis so!"Taras Bulba shrugged his shoulders in amazement at the Jewish nature, and went on to the camp.
