Happily the march was not interrupted by any accident.
The people were peaceable and without thought of rebellion;
though afterward roused by the Cossacks and incited by
example, they did not wish to rally to the banners of
sedition. They looked with sleepy eyes on the passing
legions, who issued from the pine woods and swamps as
if enchanted, and passed on like a dream; they furnished
guides, and did quietly and obediently all that was asked
of them.

In view of this the prince punished severely every mili-
tary license, and the army was not followed by groans,
curses, and complaints; and when after the passage of the
army it was learned in some smoky village that Prince
Yeremi had passed, the people shook their heads and said
quietly, "Why, he is good-natured."

At last, after twenty days of superhuman toil and effort,
the forces of the prince appeared in the region of revolt.
"Yarema is coming! Yarema is coming!" was heard over
the whole Ukraine, to the Wilderness, to Chigirin and Yagor-
lik. "Yarema is coming!" was heard in the towns, vil-
lages, farms, and clearings; and at the report the scythes,
forks, and knives dropped from the hands of the peasants,
faces grew pale, wild bands hurried toward the south in the
night, like wolves at the sound of the hunter's horn; the
Tartar, wandering around for plunder, sprang from his horse
and put his ear to the ground from time to time; in the
castles and fortresses that were still uncaptured, bells were
sounded and "Te Deum laudamus" was sung.

And that terrible lion laid himself down on the thresh-
old of a rebellious land and rested. He was gathering his
strength.