And scrambling round the rampart, these same troops,
After the taking of the "Cavalier,"[449]
Just as Koutousow's most "forlorn" of "hopes"
Took, like chameleons, some slight tinge of fear,
Opened the gate called "Kilia," to the groups[450]
Of baffled heroes, who stood shyly near,
Sliding knee-deep in lately frozen mud,
Now thawed into a marsh of human blood.
LXXIV.
The Kozacks, or, if so you please, Cossacques—