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With Fire and Sword: An Historical Novel of Poland and Russia
No preview available - 2018
Abdank answered army asked ataman Barabash baton battle began blood boats Bogun Bratslav breast Burlai camp captive castle cavalry Chaplinski Cherkasi Chigirin colonels command Commonwealth Cossacks cried Crimea crowd dark death devil Dnieper Dniester dragoons enemy envoy eyes face father fell fire give hands head heard heart Helena hetman Hmelnitski horses hurried hussars Jendzian JEREMIAH CURTIN Khan Kieff killed king Kisel knight koshevoi Krechovski Krivonos Kudak Kushel lieutenant Lithuanian looked Lubni Makhnovka moved muttered nobles once Pan Longin Pan Michael passed peasants Podbipienta Poland Poles Polish Prince Yeremi princess pushed ramparts regiments road Rozlogi rushed Russia sabre Saitch seized shouted side silence Skshetuski soldiers soul sprang starosta steppe sword tabor Tartars tell terrible thought Tugai Bey turned Ukraine Vershul Vishnyevetski voevoda voice Volodyovski wagons wait whole wild wish young Zagloba Zaporojians Zatsvilikhovski Zbaraj Zolotonosha
Page 759 - THE DELUGE. An Historical Novel of Poland, Sweden, and Russia. By HENRYK SIENKIEWICZ. Translated from the Polish by JEREMIAH CURTIN. A sequel to "With Fire and Sword.
Page 693 - It is hard for them, but hard for us too," said some sleepy voice. "And how many good men of ours have bitten the dust!" " O Lord ! " said another voice, " they say the King is not far. What will become of us ? " "The Khan got angry with our father; and the Tartars threaten to take us, if there will be no other prisoners.
Page 691 - ... abandoned just before evening, and had passed through the ditch. He stopped and listened; the trenches were empty. The sally made by Yeremi after the storm had pushed the Cossacks out; who either fell, or took refuge in the tabor. A multitude of bodies were lying on the slopes and summits of these mounds. Pan Longin stumbled against bodies every moment, stepped over them, and passed on. From time to time a low groan or sigh announced that some one of the prostrate was living yet. Beyond the ramparts...
Page 760 - WITH FIRE AND SWORD. An Historical Novel of Poland and Russia. By HENRYK SIENKIEWICZ. Translated from the Polish by JEREMIAH CURTIN. With photogravure portrait of the author. Crown 8vo. Cloth, $2.00. " With Fire and Sword " is the first of a trilogy of historical romances of Poland, Russia, and Sweden.
Page 689 - Pan Longin hastened to the castle; the others returned to the ramparts. Skshetuski and Volodyovski were silent, but Zagloba said : — " Something holds me by the throat. I did not think to be sorrowful, but that is the worthiest man in the world. If any one contradicts me, I'll give it to him in the face. O my God, my God! I thought the castellan of Belsk would restrain the prince, but he beat the drums still more. The hangman brought that heretic! 'History,
Page 103 - Gentlemen," said Hmelnitski, after quiet had come in some degree outside the windows, " you have decided wisely that the koshevoi is a just man. But if the koshevoi is not a traitor, who is the traitor? Who has friends among the Poles, with whom do they come to an understanding, to whom do they write letters, to whom do they confide the person of an envoy ? Who is the traitor ? " While saying this, Hmelnitski raised his voice more and more, and directed his ominous looks toward Tatarchuk and young...
Page 345 - I have captured a banner. How is this? Didn't I capture it ? If justice is not defeated in this battle, then I am sure of a reward. Oh, you scoundrels! it is your luck that my horse gave out! I did not know myself when I thought I was greater in strategy than in bravery. I can be of some higher use in the army than eating cakes. Oh, God save us! some other crowd is rushing on. Don't come here, dog -brothers; don't come this way! May the wolves eat this horse! Kill! slay!
Page 698 - ... the tree remained Pan Longin, and at his feet a crowd of bodies still quivering in agony. " Ropes ! ropes ! " thundered a voice. The horsemen ran for the ropes, and brought them in the twinkle of an eye. Then a number of strong men seized the two ends of a long rope, endeavoring to fasten Pan Longin to the tree; but he cut with his sword, and the men fell on the ground on both sides. Then the Tartars tried, with the same result. Seeing that too many men in the crowd interfere with one another,...
Page 692 - You will not pass, it is impossible! Return; there is still time! Fire the pistol, and a whole battalion will rush to your aid. Through those tabors, through that savageness, nothing will pass." That starving camp, covered every day with' balls, full of death and the odor of corpses, appeared at that moment to Pan Longin a calm, peaceful, safe haven. His friends there would not think ill of him if he returned. He would tell them that the deed passed human power; and they would not go themselves,...
Page 699 - ... mist the field and the Tartars; he heard no longer the whistle of the arrows. He felt that he was weakening, that his legs were bending under him; his head dropped on his breast. At last he fell on his knees. Then he said with a half -groan, "Queen of the Angels — " These words were his last on earth.