and had. been victorious everywhere till he met Yeremi.
For these services the Zaporojiaii hetman took pity on him,
and not only ordered him to be freed immediately from the
cannon, but restored, him to command, and sent him to
Podolia to new conquests and slaughters.

The prince now announced to his army the rest so much
desired. In the last battle it had suffered, considerable
losses, especially at the storming of the tabor by the cav-
alry, behind, which the Cossacks defended themselves with
equal stubbornness and adroitness. Five hundred soldiers
were killed; Colonel Mokrski, severely wounded, died soon
after; Pan Kushel, Ponyatovski, and young Aksak were
shot, but not dangerously; and Zagloba, becoming accus-
tomed to the throng, took his place manfully with the
others, struck twice with a flail, he fell on his back, and
being unable to move, lay as dead in Skshetuski's wagon.

Fate hindered the plan of going to Bar; for they could
not start immediately, especially since the prince had sent
Pan Yan, at the head of a number of troops, as far as
Zaslav, to exterminate the bands of peasants assembled
there. The knight went without mentioning Bar to the
prince, and during five days burned and slaughtered till he
cleared the neighborhood.

At last, even the soldiers became wearied beyond meas-
ure by the uninterrupted fighting, distant expeditions, am-
buscades, and watching; he decided therefore to return to
the prince, who, as he was informed, had gone to Tarnopol.
On the eve of his return he stopped at Sukhojintsi, on
the Khomor. He disposed his soldiers in the village, took
his lodgings for the night in a peasant's cottage, and be-
cause he was greatly wearied, from labor and want of rest,
fell asleep at once, and slept like a stone all night.

About morning, when half asleep, half awake, he began
to doze and dream. Wonderful images were in movement
before his eyes. It seemed to him that he was in Lubni,
that he had never left the place, that he was sleeping
in his room in the armory, and that Jendzian, as was
his wont in the morning, was bustling around with clothes
and preparing for his master's rising. Gradually, however,
consciousness began to scatter the phantoms. He remem-
bered that he was in Sukhojintsi, not in Lubni. Still
the form of his servant did not dissolve in mist, and
Pan Yan saw him continually sitting under the window,
occupied in oiling armor-straps, which had shrunk consid-