Haiduks, hunters, peasants, off with you to Mitosin!
"Peter the Priest" by Mór Jókai
The justice is at Dustbury; and as for the haiduks, they'd rather go out of our way than cross it.
"The Village Notary" by József Eötvös
His own haiduk laid open his skull, so that he died in vain, as he had lived in sin.
"The Deluge, Vol. I. (of 2)" by Henryk Sienkiewicz
Take the haiduk; the haiduk is the comelier.
"Pan Michael" by Henryk Sienkiewicz