BOOK TWO: 1805
7. CHAPTER VII
 (continued)
"If he" (he meant the enemy) "begins popping at the bridge now,"
 said the old soldier dismally to a comrade, "you'll forget to
 scratch yourself." 
That soldier passed on, and after him came another sitting on a
 cart. 
"Where the devil have the leg bands been shoved to?" said an
 orderly, running behind the cart and fumbling in the back of it. 
And he also passed on with the wagon. Then came some merry
 soldiers who had evidently been drinking. 
"And then, old fellow, he gives him one in the teeth with the butt
 end of his gun..." a soldier whose greatcoat was well tucked up said
 gaily, with a wide swing of his arm. 
"Yes, the ham was just delicious..." answered another with a loud
 laugh. And they, too, passed on, so that Nesvitski did not learn who
 had been struck on the teeth, or what the ham had to do with it. 
"Bah! How they scurry. He just sends a ball and they think they'll
 all be killed," a sergeant was saying angrily and reproachfully. 
"As it flies past me, Daddy, the ball I mean," said a young
 soldier with an enormous mouth, hardly refraining from laughing, "I
 felt like dying of fright. I did, 'pon my word, I got that
 frightened!" said he, as if bragging of having been frightened. 
That one also passed. Then followed a cart unlike any that had
 gone before. It was a German cart with a pair of horses led by a
 German, and seemed loaded with a whole houseful of effects. A fine
 brindled cow with a large udder was attached to the cart behind. A
 woman with an unweaned baby, an old woman, and a healthy German girl
 with bright red cheeks were sitting on some feather beds. Evidently
 these fugitives were allowed to pass by special permission. The eyes
 of all the soldiers turned toward the women, and while the vehicle was
 passing at foot pace all the soldiers' remarks related to the two
 young ones. Every face bore almost the same smile, expressing unseemly
 thoughts about the women. 
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