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Besides, they will want to get rid of me. 'We shall see who gets rid of whom! Slimakowa said sharply. She came and stood in front of her husband, with her arms akimbo, gradually raising her voice. 'Lord, what a man! He has only just looked at the Swabian vermin, and he has lost heart already. They will take away the field? Well, what of that? we will drive the cattle into it all the same.
A rye loaf, butter, white cheese with caraway seeds, and a bowl of buttermilk were in readiness. 'Well, said the men, looking at each other in surprise, 'a nobleman could not have received us better. They ate heartily, praised everything, and finally asked Slimakowa what they owed her. 'May it be to the gentlemen's health! 'But we cannot fleece you like this, gospodyni.
'Why, Maciek, that sounds as if you had a bad conscience, said the gospodyni disagreeably. 'It makes one feel bad, to see such wretchedness, he murmured. 'The man whose fault it is would feel it most! 'It isn't my fault, but I'm sorry for them all the same. 'Why don't you take the child, then, if you are so sorry? sneered Slimakowa, 'you'll give him the child, Zoska, won't you? Is it a boy?
He turned the horse towards the bridge-rail and craned his neck over the water; indeed, his slim figure and peaked jockey cap made him look uncommonly like a crane. 'What does he want now? thought Slimak. The horseman was evidently asking Slimakowa a question, for she got up and raised her head.
When they came to the cottage, Slimakowa refused to speak to them and Magda began to cry. Slimak took them to the yard. 'Well, how is it, gospodarz, you want to sell a cow? 'How can I tell? 'Which one is it? Let's see her. Slimak said nothing, and Maciek had to take up the conversation. 'If one is to be sold, it may as well be Lysa. 'Lead her out, urged the butchers.
He kissed his hand to Slimakowa and dug his heels into the horse, which threw up its head and started in the direction of the cottage at a sharp trot. But this time success did not attend the rider, his feet slipped out of the stirrups, and clutching his charger by the mane, he shouted: 'Stop, you devil!
He flew out joyfully through the pools of water, delighting in the rainbow-coloured sheaves that were spurting from under his feet; he stood on a plank and punted himself along with a stick, pretending that he was sailing in deep water. 'Come, Jendrek! he called. 'Stop here and go on baling, called out Slimakowa.
"Wait here," he says, "they'll bring in the boar, and the squire is sure to come and have a look at it." Ignaz runs off, and I wait and wait, until the shivers run down my back. But still I wait. 'Well, and did you see the squire? Slimakowa asked impatiently. 'Of course I saw him. 'Did you speak to him? 'Rather! 'What did you settle?
'Let it strike! laughed the boy boldly. 'They'll take me into the army and shoot at me, but I don't mind! He ran out again. 'The rascal! he isn't afraid of anything, Slimakowa said to her husband with pride in her voice. Slimak shrugged his shoulders. 'He's a true peasant. Yet among that group of people with iron nerves there was one who felt all the terror of this upheaval of the elements.
Slimakowa had run off at top speed, and now the men appeared, perspiring, sunburnt, and dusty; nevertheless, they impressed Slimak and Maciek so much with their grand manner that they took off their caps. 'Which of you is the gospodarz? 'I am. 'How long have you lived here? 'From my childhood. 'And have you ever seen the river in flood? 'I should think I had!
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