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"And here, friend, the people are quite beggarly. There they all

seemed to be Poles-all under the Russian crown-but here they're

all regular Germans."

"Singers to the front" came the captain's order.

And from the different ranks some twenty men ran to the front. A

drummer, their leader, turned round facing the singers, and

flourishing his arm, began a long-drawn-out soldiers' song,

commencing with the words: "Morning dawned, the sun was rising,"

and concluding: "On then, brothers, on to glory, led by Father

Kamenski." This song had been composed in the Turkish campaign

and now being sung in Austria, the only change being that the

words "Father Kamenski" were replaced by "Father Kutuzov."