Chapter 8

           

           Thelastoftheinfantryhurriedlycrossedthebridge,squeezingtogetherastheyapproacheditasifpassingthroughafunnel.Atlastthebaggagewagonshadallcrossed,thecrushwasless,andthelastbattalioncameontothebridge.OnlyDenísov’ssquadronofhussarsremainedonthefarthersideofthebridgefacingtheenemy,whocouldbeseenfromthehillontheoppositebankbutwasnotyetvisiblefromthebridge,forthehorizonasseenfromthevalleythroughwhichtheriverflowedwasformedbytherisinggroundonlyhalfamileaway.AtthefootofthehilllaywastelandoverwhichafewgroupsofourCossackscoutsweremoving.Suddenlyontheroadatthetopofthehighground,artilleryandtroopsinblueuniformwereseen.TheseweretheFrench.AgroupofCossackscoutsretireddownthehillatatrot.AlltheofficersandmenofDenísov’ssquadron,thoughtheytriedtotalkofotherthingsandtolookinotherdirections,thoughtonlyofwhatwasthereonthehilltop,andkeptconstantlylookingatthepatchesappearingontheskyline,whichtheyknewtobetheenemy’stroops.TheweatherhadclearedagainsincenoonandthesunwasdescendingbrightlyupontheDanubeandthedarkhillsaroundit.Itwascalm,andatintervalsthebuglecallsandtheshoutsoftheenemycouldbeheardfromthehill.Therewasnoonenowbetweenthesquadronandtheenemyexceptafewscatteredskirmishers.Anemptyspaceofsomesevenhundredyardswasallthatseparatedthem.

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