He tried to right himself but fell in up to his waist.

The nearest soldiers shrank back, the gun driver stopped his horse, but from behind still came the shouts: "Onto the ice, why do you stop? Go on! Go on!" And cries of horror were heard in the crowd.

The soldiers near the gun waved their arms and beat the horses to make them turn and move on.

The horses moved off the bank.

The ice, that had held under those on foot, collapsed in a great mass, and some forty men who were on it dashed, some forward and some back, drowning one another.