once appear in answer to the sound of the guns, and
that he would thus be caught between two fires; so
he hastily directed his men to entrench themselves
beneath their sledges in the road, and left two hundred
infantry with two guns to defend them, whilst with
the remaining troops he made his way towards the town
of Csernakuka, whither Csika’s troops had fled.
Michelson saw that he had no time to lose. He
placed himself at the head of his hussars, sounded
the charge, and attacked the bulk of his opponents.
For this they were not prepared. The bold attack
caused confusion amongst them, and in a few moments
the centre of the camp was cut through, and the first
battery captured. He then immediately turned
his attention to the two wings of the camp. After
this, flight became general, and Csika’s troops
were dispersed like a cloud of mosquitos, leaving
behind them forty-eight cannon and eight small guns.
The victor now returned with his small body of troops
to the sledges they had left behind, and he then entirely
surrounded the 3,000 rebels. Those who were not
slaughtered were captured. The victorious hero
sent word to the commander of the Ufa garrison that
the road was clear, and that the cannon taken from
his opponents should be drawn thither. A hundred
and twenty versts from Ufa he reached the flying Csika.
The Generalissimus then had only forty-two officers,
whilst his privates had disappeared in every direction
of the wind. Michelson got hold of them all, and
if he did not hang them it was only because on the
six days’ desert march not a single tree was
to be found. In the meantime, Prince Galiczin,
whose troops consisted of 6,000 men, went in pursuit
of Pugasceff. On this miserable route he did
not encounter the mock Czar until the beginning of
March. Pugasceff waited for his opponent in the
forest of Taticseva. This so-called stronghold
had only wooden walls, a kind of ancient fencing.
It was good enough to protect the sheep from the pillaging
Baskirs, but it was not suitable for war. The
genius of the rebel leader did not desert him, and
he was well able to look after himself. Round
the fences he dug trenches, where he piled up the snow,
on which he poured water. This, after being frozen,
turned almost into stone, and was, at the same time,
so slippery that no one could climb over it. Here
he awaited Galiczin with a portion of his troops, while
the remainder occupied Orenburg. The Russian
general approached the hiding-place of the mock Czar
cautiously. The thick fog was of service to him,
and the two opponents only perceived one another when
they were standing at firing distance. A furious
hand-to-hand fight ensued. The best of the rebel
troops were there. Pugasceff was always in the
front and where the danger was greatest, but finally
the Russians climbed the ice-bulwarks, captured his
guns, and drove him out of the forest. This victory
cost the life of 1,000 heroic Russians, but it was
a complete one! Pugasceff abandoned the field