The Republican. [volume] (Oakland, Md.) 1877-current, 1882-08-05

"WhO is that Tor i! ne ueinanueu.
A grenadier advanced from the
ranks and replied, with terrible cool
ness:
"For thee !"
The entire regiment, non-commis-
stoned officers and soldiers, were in
the plot, which had been concocted
in the barracks. The whole regiment
was present at the terrible spectacle.
The Colonel was seized, his uniform
torn off, he was tied down in a wheel
barrow and wheeled up and down
before the ranks of the grenadiers,
armed with rods, all of whom struck
and insulted him. The officers who
attempted to aid their Colonel were
Immediately seized, and bayonets
pointed at their throats. Some were
taken away (; others garroted. Only
one soldier attempted to take part
with them- Then sergeant, still
palled from the effects Of his last
whipping with the knout. put his
musket to the soldiers temple and
blew his brains out.
And all the regiment saw its Col.
pass under the rods.
When it was all oyer they opened
a kiln-oyen. The Colonel was flung
into it, all bleeding, together with
the officers who had we'll obeyed HIM.
And when the furnace was well fed
the soldiers heated it slowly, very
slowly, until at last that hideous,
heavy and revolving smell ofmelting
fat and burning flesh arose in the air,
which the sayages of the Russian
frontier inhaled some days ago at a
Jewish cemetery at Smargon.
But the tragedy of Novgorod was
not yet over!
An Imperial courier bore to the
Gar news of the mutiny. Nicholas
listened, became white, but said moth
ing. except to order tour batteries of
artillery to Novgorod. Ten days after
white-haired and gray-moustached
Major General, accompanied by a
single aid-de camp, knocked at the
door of the barracks, which the SOL
diers had never left since the murder
Of their chief.
The General gazed coldly upon
those pale men, all neatly and fault
lessly uniformed, who gave him the
military salute.
Not reproach-not one useless
word. He only said to them:
SAT six O'Clock tomorrow morn
ing the regiment will assemble in
undress uniform and without arms
at the Tartar camp, upon the Little
Square. Order of the Gar"
Not one voice replied. But the
next day upon the narrow square. all
in ranks, without arms, in their long
gray coats, their Sergeants at their
usual posts, all the mutinous soldiers
were there, in lines regular as if adj
iusted to a string, with double line
of lance. bearing Cossacks before and
behind. Then all at once from every
far spire all the great bells began to
toll. The CoSsack horsemen with
drew. Only the unarmed infantry
remained upon the square, with fold
ed arms, waiting! Then there came
a long low roll of drums, and with
it from all the avenues leading into
the square came volleys of grape like
iron hail.
Then nothing was heard awhile but
the thunder of the cannon in that
city, otherwise silent as a cemetery,
when all men, women and children
kneeling before their holy images
were praying for the soldiers they
were shooting down in the square.
Ard during an interval in the cam
nonade hymn rolled up from the
square, for the soldiers were dying
with the prayers of their childhood
upon their lips. The cannon thun-
dered for hours. Then all was silent.
Powder and iron rested while. The
cannoneers entered the square and
recoiled at the sight of those ranks of
men mown down like wheat-the
marsh of blood. From under the
dead they pulled out few still breath
ing victims, able to live awhile. /,
"What shall be done with them,
General? Shall we put them in the
hospital ?"
Put them under the knout."-
Paris Figaro.