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The Daughter of the Commandant

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We soon began to notice a certain stir among the Cossacks in the

garrison. They gathered in all the streets in little groups, spoke among

themselves in low voices, and dispersed directly they caught sight of a

dragoon or any other Russian soldier. They were watched. Joulai, a

baptized Kalmuck, revealed to the Commandant something very serious.

According to him the "ouriadnik" had made a false report. On his

return the perfidious Cossack had told his comrades that he had advanced

upon the rebels, and that he had been presented to their chief, and that

this chief gave him his hand to kiss and had had a long interview with

him. At once the Commandant put the "ouriadnik" in arrest, and

declared Joulai his substitute. This change was received by the Cossacks

with manifest discontent. They grumbled aloud, and Iwan Ignatiitch, who

executed the Commandant's orders, heard them with his own ears say

pretty clearly-"Only wait a bit, you garrison rat!"

The Commandant had intended to cross-examine his prisoner that same day,

but the "ouriadnik" had escaped, doubtless with the connivance of his

accomplices.

Another thing occurred to augment the Commandant's disquiet; a Bashkir

was taken bearing seditious letters. Upon this occasion the Commandant

decided upon assembling his officers anew, and in order to do that he

wished again to get rid of his wife under some plausible pretext. But as

Ivan Kouzmitch was one of the most upright and sincere of men he could

not think of any other way than that which he had already employed on a

previous occasion.

"Do you know, Vassilissa Igorofna," said he to her, while clearing his

throat once or twice, "it is said that Father Garosim has received from

the town--"

"Hold your tongue," interrupted his wife; "you want again to call a

council of war, and talk without me about Emelian Pugatchef; but you

will not deceive me this time."

Ivan Kouzmitch opened his eyes wide.

"Well, little mother," said he, "if you know all, stay; there is nothing

more to be done, we will talk before you."

"Yes, you are quite right, my little father," rejoined she; "it is of

no use your trying to play the sly fox. Send for the officers."

We again met. Ivan Kouzmitch read to us, before his wife, Pugatchef's

proclamation, drawn up by some illiterate Cossack. The robber proclaimed

his intention of marching directly upon our fort, inviting the Cossacks

and the soldiers to join him, and counselling the chiefs not to

withstand him, threatening them, should they do so, with the utmost

torture.

The proclamation was written in coarse but emphatic terms, and was

likely to produce a great impression on the minds of simple people.

"What a rascal," cried the Commandant's wife. "Just look what he dares

to propose to us! To go out to meet him and lay our colours at his feet!

Oh! the son of a dog! He doesn't then know that we have been forty

years in the service, and that, thank heaven, we have had a taste of all

sorts! Is it possible that there can have been commandants base and

cowardly enough to obey this robber?"

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