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The Way of the Cross
cemetery of new white crosses lies concealed.
Dovsk will long live in the memory of the fugitives.
Such a cemetery we have not yet met upon the road.
—But what's that! say the fugitives,—now near Baranovitchi there is a cemetery, at Novi Puti, on the road to Slutsk.
At Baranovitchi perished the weakest.
Every one remembers Baranovitchi with terror.
When we passed Baranovitchi it was still hot.
There was a terrible thirst.
The water of the wells had been scooped even to the bottom.
They let down boys with the buckets, and the boys got the last of the dirty water and were hoisted up.
The fugitives ate nothing but potatoes and cucumbers.
