When they came to call Lieutenant Elman of the dragoon Regiment, we saw before us not the strong sturdy figure of the energetic officer "whom we knew and respected, but a person whose hair and beard had turned gray, whose glance was that of a lunatic, and from whose mouth we heard' nonsensical gibberings. He caught hold of the trellis-work door and refused to let the Partisans in. They tried their utmost, bat he hung on still. Finally, the authoritative voice of the commander was heard—"What are you looking at? Give him the bayonet! "Then they began to stick him through the interstices, till he fell from loss of blood, and then was carried away into the next waggon before the judge Here they tied his hands behind his back, felled him with a hammer and threw him into the river. Many of us breathed freer when we heard the splash—there was an end to the inhuman torture of a brave man, One after one we went out,
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