" "There now, Zikin, they ought to put you on a horse.

You'd look fine," said a corporal, chaffing a thin little soldier who bent under the weight of his knapsack.

"Take a stick between your legs, that'll suit you for a horse!" the hussar shouted back.

The last of the infantry hurriedly crossed the bridge, squeezing together as they approached it as if passing through a funnel.

At last the baggage wagons had all crossed, the crush was less, and the last battalion came onto the bridge.