him. Some one comes along, and strikes him on the shoulder; . . . but
beyond that everything is veiled in darkness before him. The
perspiration streams down his face, and he sits exhausted in the same
place.

What did not Pidorka do? She consulted the sorceress; and they poured
out fear, and brewed stomach ache,[Footnote: "To pour out fear," is done
with us in case of fear; when it is desired to know what caused it,
melted lead or wax is poured into water, and the object whose form it
assumes is the one which frightened the sick person; after this, the
fear departs. Sonyashnitza is brewed for giddiness, and pain in the
bowels. To this end, a bit of stump is burned, thrown into a jug, and
turned upside down into a bowl filled with water, which is placed on the
patient's stomach: after an incantation, he is given a spoonful of this
water to drink.]--but all to no avail. And so the summer passed. Many a
Cossack had mowed and reaped: many a Cossack, more enterprising than the
rest, had set off upon an expedition. Flocks of ducks were already
crowding our marshes, but there was not even a hint of improvement.

It was red upon the steppes. Ricks of grain, like Cossacks' caps, dotted
the fields here and there. On the highway were to be encountered wagons
loaded with brushwood and logs. The ground had become more solid, and in
places was touched with frost. Already had the snow begun to besprinkle
the sky, and the branches of the trees were covered with rime like
rabbit-skin. Already on frosty days the red-breasted finch hopped about
on the snow-heaps like a foppish Polish nobleman, and picked out grains
of corn; and children, with huge sticks, chased wooden tops upon the
ice; while their fathers lay quietly on the stove, issuing forth at
intervals with lighted pipes in their lips, to growl, in regular
fashion, at the orthodox frost, or to take the air, and thresh the grain