Maurice was greatly surprised when the 106th, leaving the cars at Rheims, received orders to go into camp there. So they were not to go to Chalons, then, and unite with the army there? And when, two hours later, his regiment1 had stacked muskets2 a league or so from the city over in the direction of Courcelles, in the broad plain that lies along the canal between the Aisne and Marne, his astonishment4 was greater still to learn that the entire army of Chalons had been falling back all that morning and was about to bivouac at that place. From one extremity5 of the horizon to the other, as far as Saint Thierry and Menvillette, even beyond the Laon road, the tents were going up, and when it should be night the fires of four army-corps6 would be blazing there. It was evident that the plan now was to go and take a position under the walls of Paris and there await the Prussians; and it was fortunate that that plan had received the approbation7 of the government, for was it not the wisest thing they could do?
Maurice devoted8 the afternoon of the 21st to strolling about the camp in search of news. The greatest freedom prevailed; discipline appeared to have been relaxed still further, the men went and came at their own sweet will. He found no obstacle in the way of his return to the city, where he desired to cash a money-order for a hundred francs that his sister Henriette had sent him. While in a cafe he heard a sergeant9 telling of the disaffection that existed in the eighteen battalions11 of the garde mobile of the Seine, which had just been sent back to Paris; the 6th battalion10 had been near killing12 their officers. Not a day passed at the camp that the generals were not insulted, and since Froeschwiller the soldiers had ceased to give Marshal MacMahon the military salute13. The cafe resounded14 with the sound of voices in excited conversation; a violent dispute arose between two sedate15 burghers in respect to the number of men that MacMahon would have at his disposal. One of them made the wild assertion that there would be three hundred thousand; the other, who seemed to be more at home upon the subject, stated the strength of the four corps: the 12th, which had just been made complete at the camp with great difficulty with the assistance of provisional regiments16 and a division of infanterie de marine17; the 1st, which had been coming straggling in in fragments ever since the 14th of the month and of which they were doing what they could to perfect the organization; the 5th, defeated before it had ever fought a battle, swept away and broken up in the general panic, and finally, the 7th, then landing from the cars, demoralized like all the rest and minus its 1st division, of which it had just recovered the remains18 at Rheims; in all, one hundred and twenty thousand at the outside, including the cavalry19, Bonnemain's and Margueritte's divisions. When the sergeant took a hand in the quarrel, however, speaking of the army in terms of the utmost contempt, characterizing it as a ruffianly rabble20, with no _esprit de corps_, with nothing to keep it together,--a pack of greenhorns with idiots to conduct them, to the slaughter21,--the two bourgeois22 began to be uneasy, and fearing there might be trouble brewing23, made themselves scarce.
When outside upon the street Maurice hailed a newsboy and purchased a copy of every paper he could lay hands on, stuffing some in his pockets and reading others as he walked along under the stately trees that line the pleasant avenues of the old city. Where could the German armies be? It seemed as if obscurity had suddenly swallowed them up. Two were over Metz way, of course: the first, the one commanded by General von Steinmetz, observing the place; the second, that of Prince Frederick Charles, aiming to ascend24 the right bank of the Moselle in order to cut Bazaine off from Paris. But the third army, that of the Crown Prince of Prussia, the army that had been victorious25 at Wissembourg and Froeschwiller and had driven our 1st and 5th corps, where was it now, where was it to be located amid the tangled26 mess of contradictory27 advices? Was it still in camp at Nancy, or was it true that it had arrived before Chalons, and was that the reason why we had abandoned our camp there in such hot haste, burning our stores, clothing, forage28, provisions, everything--property of which the value to the nation was beyond compute29? And when the different plans with which our generals were credited came to be taken into consideration, then there was more confusion, a fresh set of contradictory hypotheses to be encountered. Maurice had until now been cut off in a measure from the outside world, and now for the first time learned what had been the course of events in Paris; the blasting effect of defeat upon a populace that had been confident of victory, the terrible commotions30 in the streets, the convoking31 of the Chambers32, the fall of the liberal ministry33 that had effected the plebiscite, the abrogation34 of the Emperor's rank as General of the Army and the transfer of the supreme35 command to Marshal Bazaine. The Emperor had been present at the camp of Chalons since the 16th, and all the newspapers were filled with a grand council that had been held on the 17th, at which Prince Napoleon and some of the generals were present, but none of them were agreed upon the decisions that had been arrived at outside of the resultant facts, which were that General Trochu had been appointed governor of Paris and Marshal MacMahon given the command of the army of Chalons, and the inference from this was that the Emperor was to be shorn of all his authority. Consternation36, irresolution37, conflicting plans that were laid aside and replaced by fresh ones hour by hour; these were the things that everybody felt were in the air. And ever and always the question: Where were the German armies? Who were in the right, those who asserted that Bazaine had no force worth mentioning in front of him and was free to make his retreat through the towns of the north whenever he chose to do so, or those who declared that he was already besieged38 in Metz? There was a constantly recurring39 rumor40 of a series of engagements that had raged during an entire week, from the 14th until the 20th, but it failed to receive confirmation41.
Maurice's legs ached with fatigue42; he went and sat down upon a bench. Around him the life of the city seemed to be going on as usual; there were nursemaids seated in the shade of the handsome trees watching the sports of their little charges, small property owners strolled leisurely43 about the walks enjoying their daily constitutional. He had taken up his papers again, when his eyes lighted on an article that had escaped his notice, the "leader" in a rabid republican sheet; then everything was made clear to him. The paper stated that at the council of the 17th at the camp of Chalons the retreat of the army on Paris had been fully44 decided45 on, and that General Trochu's appointment to the command of the city had no other object than to facilitate the Emperor's return; but those resolutions, the journal went on to say, were rendered unavailing by the attitude of the Empress-regent and the new ministry. It was the Empress's opinion that the Emperor's return would certainly produce a revolution; she was reported to have said: "He will never reach the Tuileries alive." Starting with these premises47 she insisted with the utmost urgency that the army should advance, at every risk, whatever might be the cost of human life, and effect a junction48 with the army of Metz, in which course she was supported moreover by General de Palikao, the Minister of War, who had a plan of his own for reaching Bazaine by a rapid and victorious march. And Maurice, letting his paper fall from his hand, his eyes bent49 on space, believed that he now had the key to the entire mystery; the two conflicting plans, MacMahon's hesitation50 to undertake that dangerous flank movement with the unreliable army at his command, the impatient orders that came to him from Paris, each more tart46 and imperative51 than its predecessor52, urging him on to that mad, desperate enterprise. Then, as the central figure in that tragic53 conflict, the vision of the Emperor suddenly rose distinctly before his inner eyes, deprived of his imperial authority, which he had committed to the hands of the Empress-regent, stripped of his military command, which he had conferred on Marshal Bazaine; a nullity, the vague and unsubstantial shadow of an emperor, a nameless, cumbersome54 nonentity55 whom no one knew what to do with, whom Paris rejected and who had ceased to have a position in the army, for he had pledged himself to issue no further orders.
The next morning, however, after a rainy night through which he slept outside his tent on the bare ground, wrapped in his rubber blanket, Maurice was cheered by the tidings that the retreat on Paris had finally carried the day. Another council had been held during the night, it was said, at which M. Rouher, the former vice-Emperor, had been present; he had been sent by the Empress to accelerate the movement toward Verdun, and it would seem that the marshal had succeeded in convincing him of the rashness of such an undertaking56. Were there unfavorable tidings from Bazaine? no one could say for certain. But the absence of news was itself a circumstance of evil omen57, and all among the most influential58 of the generals had cast their vote for the march on Paris, for which they would be the relieving army. And Maurice, happy in the conviction that the retrograde movement would commence not later than the morrow, since the orders for it were said to be already issued, thought he would gratify a boyish longing59 that had been troubling him for some time past, to give the go-by for one day to soldier's fare, to wit and eat his breakfast off a cloth, with the accompaniment of plate, knife and fork, carafe60, and a bottle of good wine, things of which it seemed to him that he had been deprived for months and months. He had money in his pocket, so off he started with quickened pulse, as if going out for a lark61, to search for a place of entertainment.
It was just at the entrance of the village of Courcelles, across the canal, that he found the breakfast for which his mouth was watering. He had been told the day before that the Emperor had taken up his quarters in one of the houses of the village, and having gone to stroll there out of curiosity, now remembered to have seen at the junction of the two roads this little inn with its arbor62, the trellises of which were loaded with big clusters of ripe, golden, luscious63 grapes. There was an array of green-painted tables set out in the shade of the luxuriant vine, while through the open door of the vast kitchen he had caught glimpses of the antique clock, the colored prints pasted on the walls, and the comfortable landlady64 watching the revolving65 spit. It was cheerful, smiling, hospitable66; a regular type of the good old-fashioned French hostelry.
A pretty, white-necked waitress came up and asked him with a great display of flashing teeth:
"Will monsieur have breakfast?"
"Of course I will! Give me some eggs, a cutlet, and cheese. And a bottle of white wine!"
She turned to go; he called her back. "Tell me, is it not in one of those houses that the Emperor has his quarters?"
"There, monsieur, in that one right before you. Only you can't see it, for it is concealed67 by the high wall with the overhanging trees."
He loosed his belt so as to be more at ease in his capote, and entering the arbor, chose his table, on which the sunlight, finding its way here and there through the green canopy68 above, danced in little golden spangles. And constantly his thoughts kept returning to that high wall behind which was the Emperor. A most mysterious house it was, indeed, shrinking from the public gaze, even its slated69 roof invisible. Its entrance was on the other side, upon the village street, a narrow winding70 street between dead-walls, without a shop, without even a window to enliven it. The small garden in the rear, among the sparse71 dwellings72 that environed it, was like an island of dense73 verdure. And across the road he noticed a spacious74 courtyard, surrounded by sheds and stables, crowded with a countless75 train of carriages and baggage-wagons76, among which men and horses, coming and going, kept up an unceasing bustle77.
"Are those all for the service of the Emperor?" he inquired, meaning to say something humorous to the girl, who was laying a snow-white cloth upon the table.
"Yes, for the Emperor himself, and no one else!" she pleasantly replied, glad of a chance to show her white teeth once more; and then she went on to enumerate79 the suite80 from information that she had probably received from the stablemen, who had been coming to the inn to drink since the preceding day; there were the staff, comprising twenty-five officers, the sixty cent-gardes and the half-troop of guides for escort duty, the six gendarmes81 of the provost-guard; then the household, seventy-three persons in all, chamberlains, attendants for the table and the bedroom, cooks and scullions; then four saddle-horses and two carriages for the Emperor's personal use, ten horses for the equerries, eight for the grooms82 and outriders, not mentioning forty-seven post-horses; then a _char a banc_ and twelve baggage wagons, two of which, appropriated to the cooks, had particularly excited her admiration83 by reason of the number and variety of the utensils84 they contained, all in the most splendid order.
"Oh, sir, you never saw such stew-pans! they shone like silver. And all sorts of dishes, and jars and jugs85, and lots of things of which it would puzzle me to tell the use! And a cellar of wine, claret, burgundy, and champagne86--yes! enough to supply a wedding feast."
The unusual luxury of the snowy table-cloth and the white wine sparkling in his glass sharpened Maurice's appetite; he devoured88 his two poached eggs with a zest89 that made him fear he was developing epicurean tastes. When he turned to the left and looked out through the entrance of the leafy arbor he had before him the spacious plain, covered with long rows of tents: a busy, populous91 city that had risen like an exhalation from the stubble-fields between Rheims city and the canal. A few clumps92 of stunted93 trees, three wind-mills lifting their skeleton arms in the air, were all there was to relieve the monotony of the gray waste, but above the huddled94 roofs of Rheims, lost in the sea of foliage95 of the tall chestnut-trees, the huge bulk of the cathedral with its slender spires96 was profiled against the blue sky, looming97 colossal98, notwithstanding the distance, beside the modest houses. Memories of school and boyhood's days came over him, the tasks he had learned and recited: all about the _sacre_ of our kings, the _sainte ampoule_, Clovis, Jeanne d'Arc, all the long list of glories of old France.
Then Maurice's thoughts reverted100 again to that unassuming bourgeoise house, so mysterious in its solitude101, and its imperial occupant; and directing his eyes upon the high, yellow wall he was surprised to read, scrawled102 there in great, awkward letters, the legend: _Vive Napoleon!_ among the meaningless obscenities traced by schoolboys. Winter's storms and summer's sun had half effaced103 the lettering; evidently the inscription104 was very ancient. How strange, to see upon that wall that old heroic battle-cry, which probably had been placed there in honor of the uncle, not of the nephew! It brought all his childhood back to him, and Maurice was again a boy, scarcely out of his mother's arms, down there in distant Chene-Populeux, listening to the stories of his grandfather, a veteran of the Grand Army. His mother was dead, his father, in the inglorious days that followed the collapse105 of the empire, had been compelled to accept a humble106 position as collector, and there the grandfather lived, with nothing to support him save his scanty107 pension, in the poor home of the small public functionary108, his sole comfort to fight his battles o'er again for the benefit of his two little twin grandchildren, the boy and the girl, a pair of golden-haired youngsters to whom he was in some sense a mother. He would place Maurice on his right knee and Henriette on his left, and then for hours on end the narrative109 would run on in Homeric strain.
But small attention was paid to dates; his story was of the dire3 shock of conflicting nations, and was not to be hampered110 by the minute exactitude of the historian. Successively or together English, Austrians, Prussians, Russians appeared upon the scene, according to the then prevailing111 condition of the ever-changing alliances, and it was not always an easy matter to tell why one nation received a beating in preference to another, but beaten they all were in the end, inevitably112 beaten from the very commencement, in a whirlwind of genius and heroic daring that swept great armies like chaff113 from off the earth. There was Marengo, the classic battle of the plain, with the consummate114 generalship of its broad plan and the faultless retreat of the battalions by squares, silent and impassive under the enemy's terrible fire; the battle, famous in story, lost at three o'clock and won at six, where the eight hundred grenadiers of the Consular115 Guard withstood the onset116 of the entire Austrian cavalry, where Desaix arrived to change impending117 defeat to glorious victory and die. There was Austerlitz, with its sun of glory shining forth118 from amid the wintry sky, Austerlitz, commencing with the capture of the plateau of Pratzen and ending with the frightful119 catastrophe120 on the frozen lake, where an entire Russian corps, men, guns, horses, went crashing through the ice, while Napoleon, who in his divine omniscience121 had foreseen it all, of course, directed his artillery122 to play upon the struggling mass. There was Jena, where so many of Prussia's bravest found a grave; at first the red flames of musketry flashing through the October mists, and Ney's impatience123, near spoiling all until Augereau comes wheeling into line and saves him; the fierce charge that tore the enemy's center in twain, and finally panic, the headlong rout124 of their boasted cavalry, whom our hussars mow125 down like ripened126 grain, strewing127 the romantic glen with a harvest of men and horses. And Eylau, cruel Eylau, bloodiest128 battle of them all, where the maimed corpses129 cumbered the earth in piles; Eylau, whose new-fallen snow was stained with blood, the burial-place of heroes; Eylau, in whose name reverberates130 still the thunder of the charge of Murat's eighty squadrons, piercing the Russian lines in every direction, heaping the ground so thick with dead that Napoleon himself could not refrain from tears. Then Friedland, the trap into which the Russians again allowed themselves to be decoyed like a flock of brainless sparrows, the masterpiece of the Emperor's consummate strategy; our left held back as in a leash131, motionless, without a sign of life, while Ney was carrying the city, street by street, and destroying the bridges, then the left hurled132 like a thunderbolt on the enemy's right, driving it into the river and annihilating133 it in that _cul-de-sac_; the slaughter so great that at ten o'clock at night the bloody134 work was not completed, most wonderful of all the successes of the great imperial epic90. And Wagram, where it was the aim of the Austrians to cut us off from the Danube; they keep strengthening their left in order to overwhelm Massena, who is wounded and issues his orders from an open carriage, and Napoleon, like a malicious135 Titan, lets them go on unchecked; then all at once a hundred guns vomit136 their terrible fire upon their weakened center, driving it backward more than a league, and their left, terror-stricken to find itself unsupported, gives way before the again victorious Massena, sweeping137 away before it the remainder of the army, as when a broken dike138 lets loose its torrents139 upon the fields. And finally the Moskowa, where the bright sun of Austerlitz shone for the last time; where the contending hosts were mingled141 in confused _melee_ amid deeds of the most desperate daring: mamelons carried under an unceasing fire of musketry, redoubts stormed with the naked steel, every inch of ground fought over again and again; such determined142 resistance on the part of the Russian Guards that our final victory was only assured by Murat's mad charges, the concentrated fire of our three hundred pieces of artillery, and the valor143 of Ney, who was the hero of that most obstinate144 of conflicts. And be the battle what it might, ever our flags floated proudly on the evening air, and as the bivouac fires were lighted on the conquered field out rang the old battle-cry: _Vive Napoleon!_ France, carrying her invincible145 Eagles from end to end of Europe, seemed everywhere at home, having but to raise her finger to make her will respected by the nations, mistress of a world that in vain conspired146 to crush her and upon which she set her foot.
Maurice was contentedly147 finishing his cutlet, cheered not so much by the wine that sparkled in his glass as by the glorious memories that were teeming148 in his brain, when his glance encountered two ragged149, dust-stained soldiers, less like soldiers than weary tramps just off the road; they were asking the attendant for information as to the position of the regiments that were encamped along the canal. He hailed them.
"Hallo there, comrades, this way! You are 7th corps men, aren't you?"
"Right you are, sir; 1st division--at least I am, more by token that I was at Froeschwiller, where it was warm enough, I can tell you. The comrade, here, belongs in the 1st corps; he was at Wissembourg, another beastly hole."
They told their story, how they had been swept away in the general panic, had crawled into a ditch half-dead with fatigue and hunger, each of them slightly wounded, and since then had been dragging themselves along in the rear of the army, compelled to lie over in towns when the fever-fits came on, until at last they had reached the camp and were on the lookout150 to find their regiments.
"Hi there, mademoiselle! bring some more cheese, will you--and bread and wine. You will join me, won't you, comrades? It is my treat. Here's to your good health!"
They drew their chairs up to the table, only too delighted with the invitation. Their entertainer watched them as they attacked the food, and a thrill of pity ran through him as he beheld152 their sorry plight153, dirty, ragged, arms gone, their sole attire154 a pair of red trousers and the capote, kept in place by bits of twine155 and so patched and pieced with shreds156 of vari-colored cloth that one would have taken them for men who had been looting some battle-field and were wearing the spoil they had gathered there.
"Ah! _foutre_, yes!" continued the taller of the two as he plied78 his jaws157, "it was no laughing matter there! You ought to have seen it, --tell him how it was, Coutard."
And the little man told his story with many gestures, describing figures on the air with his bread.
"I was washing my shirt, you see, while the rest of them were making soup. Just try and picture to yourself a miserable158 hole, a regular trap, all surrounded by dense woods that gave those Prussian pigs a chance to crawl up to us before we ever suspected they were there. So, then, about seven o'clock the shells begin to come tumbling about our ears. _Nom de Dieu!_ but it was lively work! we jumped for our shooting-irons, and up to eleven o'clock it looked as if we were going to polish 'em off in fine style. But you must know that there were only five thousand of us, and the beggars kept coming, coming as if there was no end to them. I was posted on a little hill, behind a bush, and I could see them debouching in front, to right, to left, like rows of black ants swarming159 from their hill, and when you thought there were none left there were always plenty more. There's no use mincing160 matters, we all thought that our leaders must be first-class nincompoops to thrust us into such a hornet's nest, with no support at hand, and leave us to be crushed there without coming to our assistance. And then our General, Douay,[*] poor devil! neither a fool nor a coward, that man,--a bullet comes along and lays him on his back. That ended it; no one left to command us! No matter, though, we kept on fighting all the same; but they were too many for us, we had to fall back at last. We held the railway station for a long time, and then we fought behind a wall, and the uproar161 was enough to wake the dead. And then, when the city was taken, I don't exactly remember how it came about, but we were upon a mountain, the Geissberg, I think they call it, and there we intrenched ourselves in a sort of castle, and how we did give it to the pigs! they jumped about the rocks like kids, and it was fun to pick 'em off and see 'em tumble on their nose. But what would you have? they kept coming, coming, all the time, ten men to our one, and all the artillery they could wish for. Courage is a very good thing in its place, but sometimes it gets a man into difficulties, and so, at last, when it got too hot to stand it any longer, we cut and run. But regarded as nincompoops, our officers were a decided success; don't you think so, Picot?"
[*] This was Abel Douay--not to be confounded with his brother, Felix, who commanded the 7th corps.-TR.
There was a brief interval162 of silence. Picot tossed off a glass of the white wine and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand.
"Of course," said he. "It was just the same at Froeschwiller; the general who would give battle under such circumstances is a fit subject for a lunatic asylum163. That's what my captain said, and he's a little man who knows what he is talking about. The truth of the matter is that no one knew anything; we were only forty thousand strong, and we were surprised by a whole army of those pigs. And no one was expecting to fight that day; battle was joined by degrees, one portion after another of our troops became engaged, against the wishes of our commanders, as it seems. Of course, I didn't see the whole of the affair, but what I do know is that the dance lasted by fits and starts all day long; a body would think it was ended; not a bit of it! away would go the music more furiously than ever. The commencement was at Woerth, a pretty little village with a funny clock-tower that looks like a big stove, owing to the earthenware165 tiles they have stuck all over it. I'll be hanged if I know why we let go our hold of it that morning, for we broke all our teeth and nails trying to get it back again in the afternoon, without succeeding. Oh, my children, if I were to tell you of the slaughter there, the throats that were cut and the brains knocked out, you would refuse to believe me! The next place where we had trouble was around a village with the jaw-breaking name of Elsasshausen. We got a peppering from a lot of guns that banged away at us at their ease from the top of a blasted hill that we had also abandoned that morning, why, no one has ever been able to tell. And there it was that with these very eyes of mine I saw the famous charge of the cuirassiers. Ah, how gallantly166 they rode to their death, poor fellows! A shame it was, I say, to let men and horses charge over ground like that, covered with brush and furze, cut up by ditches. And on top of it all, _nom de Dieu!_ what good could they accomplish? But it was very _chic_ all the same; it was a beautiful sight to see. The next thing for us to do, shouldn't you suppose so? was to go and sit down somewhere and try to get our wind again. They had set fire to the village and it was burning like tinder, and the whole gang of Bavarian, Wurtemburgian and Prussian pigs, more than a hundred and twenty thousand of them there were, as we found out afterward167, had got around into our rear and on our flanks. But there was to be no rest for us then, for just at that time the fiddles168 began to play again a livelier tune169 than ever around Froeschwiller. For there's no use talking, fellows, MacMahon may be a blockhead but he is a brave man; you ought to have seen him on his big horse, with the shells bursting all about him! The best thing to do would have been to give leg-bail at the beginning, for it is no disgrace to a general to refuse to fight an army of superior numbers, but he, once we had gone in, was bound to see the thing through to the end. And see it through he did! why, I tell you that the men down in Froeschwiller were no longer human beings; they were ravening170 wolves devouring171 one another. For near two hours the gutters172 ran red with blood. All the same, however, we had to knuckle173 under in the end. And to think that after it was all over they should come and tell us that we had whipped the Bavarians over on our left! By the piper that played before Moses, if we had only had a hundred and twenty thousand men, if _we_ had had guns, and leaders with a little pluck!"
Loud and angry were the denunciations of Coutard and Picot in their ragged, dusty uniforms as they cut themselves huge slices of bread and bolted bits of cheese, evoking174 their bitter memories there in the shade of the pretty trellis, where the sun played hide and seek among the purple and gold of the clusters of ripening175 grapes. They had come now to the horrible flight that succeeded the defeat; the broken, demoralized, famishing regiments flying through the fields, the highroads blocked with men, horses, wagons, guns, in inextricable confusion; all the wreck176 and ruin of a beaten army that pressed on, on, on, with the chill breath of panic on their backs. As they had not had wit enough to fall back while there was time and take post among the passes of the Vosges, where ten thousand men would have sufficed to hold in check a hundred thousand, they should at least have blown up the bridges and destroyed the tunnels; but the generals had lost their heads, and both sides were so dazed, each was so ignorant of the other's movements, that for a time each of them was feeling to ascertain177 the position of its opponent, MacMahon hurrying off toward Luneville, while the Crown Prince of Prussia was looking for him in the direction of the Vosges. On the 7th the remnant of the 1st corps passed through Saverne, like a swollen178 stream that carries away upon its muddy bosom179 all with which it comes in contact. On the 8th, at Sarrebourg, the 5th corps came tumbling in upon the 1st, like one mad mountain torrent140 pouring its waters into another. The 5th was also flying, defeated without having fought a battle, sweeping away with it its commander, poor General de Failly, almost crazy with the thought that to his inactivity was imputed180 the responsibility of the defeat, when the fault all rested in the Marshal's having failed to send him orders. The mad flight continued on the 9th and 10th, a stampede in which no one turned to look behind him. On the 11th, in order to turn Nancy, which a mistaken rumor had reported to be occupied by the enemy, they made their way in a pouring rainstorm to Bayon; the 12th they camped at Haroue, the 13th at Vicherey, and on the 14th were at Neufchateau, where at last they struck the railroad, and for three days the work went on of loading the weary men into the cars that were to take them to Chalons. Twenty-four hours after the last train rolled out of the station the Prussians entered the town. "Ah, the cursed luck!" said Picot in conclusion; "how we had to ply87 our legs! And we who should by rights have been in hospital!"
Coutard emptied what was left in the bottle into his own and his comrade's glass. "Yes, we got on our pins, somehow, and are running yet. Bah! it is the best thing for us, after all, since it gives us a chance to drink the health of those who were not knocked over."
Maurice saw through it all. The sledge181 hammer blow of Froeschwiller, following so close on the heels of the idiotic182 surprise at Wissembourg, was the lightning flash whose baleful light disclosed to him the entire naked, terrible truth. We were taken unprepared; we had neither guns, nor men, nor generals, while our despised foe183 was an innumerable host, provided with all modern appliances and faultless in discipline and leadership. The three German armies had burst apart the weak line of our seven corps, scattered184 between Metz and Strasbourg, like three powerful wedges. We were doomed185 to fight our battle out unaided; nothing could be hoped for now from Austria and Italy, for all the Emperor's plans were disconcerted by the tardiness186 of our operations and the incapacity of the commanders. Fate, even, seemed to be working against us, heaping all sorts of obstacles and ill-timed accidents in our path and favoring the secret plan of the Prussians, which was to divide our armies, throwing one portion back on Metz, where it would be cut off from France, while they, having first destroyed the other fragment, should be marching on Paris. It was as plain now as a problem in mathematics that our defeat would be owing to causes that were patent to everyone; it was bravery without intelligent guidance pitted against numbers and cold science. Men might discuss the question as they would in after days; happen what might, defeat was certain in spite of everything, as certain and inexorable as the laws of nature that rule our planet.
In the midst of his uncheerful revery, Maurice's eyes suddenly lighted on the legend scrawled on the wall before him--_Vive Napoleon!_ and a sensation of intolerable distress187 seemed to pierce his heart like a red hot iron. Could it be true, then, that France, whose victories were the theme of song and story everywhere, the great nation whose drums had sounded throughout the length and breadth of Europe, had been thrown in the dust at the first onset by an insignificant188 race, despised of everyone? Fifty years had sufficed to compass it; the world had changed, and defeat most fearful had overtaken those who had been deemed invincible. He remembered the words that had been uttered by Weiss his brother-in-law, during that evening of anxiety when they were at Mulhausen. Yes, he alone of them had been clear of vision, had penetrated189 the hidden causes that had long been slowly sapping our strength, had felt the freshening gale190 of youth and progress under the impulse of which Germany was being wafted191 onward192 to prosperity and power. Was not the old warlike age dying and a new one coming to the front? Woe164 to that one among the nations which halted in its onward march! the victory is to those who are with the advance-guard, to those who are clear of head and strong of body, to the most powerful.
But just then there came from the smoke-blackened kitchen, where the walls were bright with the colored prints of Epinal, a sound of voices and the squalling of a girl who submits, not unwillingly194, to be tousled. It was Lieutenant195 Rochas, availing himself of his privilege as a conquering hero, to catch and kiss the pretty waitress. He came out into the arbor, where he ordered a cup of coffee to be served him, and as he had heard the concluding words of Picot's narrative, proceeded to take a hand in the conversation:
"Bah! my children, those things that you are speaking of don't amount to anything. It is only the beginning of the dance; you will see the fun commence in earnest presently. _Pardi_! up to the present time they have been five to our one, but things are going to take a change now; just put that in your pipe and smoke it. We are three hundred thousand strong here, and every move we make, which nobody can see through, is made with the intention of bringing the Prussians down on us, while Bazaine, who has got his eye on them, will take them in their rear. And then we'll smash 'em, _crac_! just as I smash this fly!"
Bringing his hands together with a sounding clap he caught and crushed a fly on the wing, and he laughed loud and cheerily, believing with all his simple soul in the feasibility of a plan that seemed so simple, steadfast196 in his faith in the invincibility197 of French courage. He good-naturedly informed the two soldiers of the exact position of their regiments, then lit a cigar and seated himself contentedly before his _demitasse_.
"The pleasure was all mine, comrades!" Maurice replied to Coutard and Picot, who, as they were leaving, thanked him for the cheese and wine.
He had also called for a cup of coffee and sat watching the Lieutenant, whose hopefulness had communicated itself to him, a little surprised, however, to hear him enumerate their strength at three hundred thousand men, when it was not more than a hundred thousand, and at his happy-go-lucky way of crushing the Prussians between the two armies of Chalons and Metz. But then he, too, felt such need of some comforting illusion! Why should he not continue to hope when all those glorious memories of the past that he had evoked198 were still ringing in his ears? The old inn was so bright and cheerful, with its trellis hung with the purple grapes of France, ripening in the golden sunlight! And again his confidence gained a momentary199 ascendancy200 over the gloomy despair that the late events had engendered201 in him.
Maurice's eyes had rested for a moment on an officer of chasseurs d'Afrique who, with his orderly, had disappeared at a sharp trot202 around the corner of the silent house where the Emperor was quartered, and when the orderly came back alone and stopped with his two horses before the inn door he gave utterance203 to an exclamation204 of surprise:
It was a young man of Remilly, a simple farm-laborer, whom he had known as a boy in the days when he used to go and spend his vacations with his uncle Fouchard. He had been drawn205, and when the war broke out had been three years in Africa; he cut quite a dashing figure in his sky-blue jacket, his wide red trousers with blue stripes and red woolen206 belt, with his sun-dried face and strong, sinewy207 limbs that indicated great strength and activity.
"Hallo! it's Monsieur Maurice! I'm glad to see you!"
He took things very easily, however, conducting the steaming horses to the stable, and to his own, more particularly, giving a paternal208 attention. It was no doubt his affection for the noble animal, contracted when he was a boy and rode him to the plow209, that had made him select the cavalry arm of the service.
"We've just come in from Monthois, more than ten leagues at a stretch," he said when he came back, "and Poulet will be wanting his breakfast."
Poulet was the horse. He declined to eat anything himself; would only accept a cup of coffee. He had to wait for his officer, who had to wait for the Emperor; he might be five minutes, and then again he might be two hours, so his officer had told him to put the horses in the stable. And as Maurice, whose curiosity was aroused, showed some disposition210 to pump him, his face became as vacant as a blank page.
"Can't say. An errand of some sort--papers to be delivered."
But Rochas looked at the chasseur with an eye of tenderness, for the uniform awakened211 old memories of Africa.
"Eh! my lad, where were you stationed out there?"
"At Medeah, Lieutenant."
Ah, Medeah! And drawing their chairs closer together they started a conversation, regardless of difference in rank. The life of the desert had become a second nature, for Prosper, where the trumpet212 was continually calling them to arms, where a large portion of their time was spent on horseback, riding out to battle as they would to the chase, to some grand battue of Arabs. There was just one soup-basin for every six men, or tribe, as it was called, and each tribe was a family by itself, one of its members attending to the cooking, another washing their linen213, the others pitching the tent, caring for the horses, and cleaning the arms. By day they scoured214 the country beneath a sun like a ball of blazing copper215, loaded down with the burden of their arms and utensils; at night they built great fires to drive away the mosquitoes and sat around them, singing the songs of France. Often it happened that in the luminous216 darkness of the night, thick set with stars, they had to rise and restore peace among their four-footed friends, who, in the balmy softness of the air, had set to biting and kicking one another, uprooting217 their pickets218 and neighing and snorting furiously. Then there was the delicious coffee, their greatest, indeed their only, luxury, which they ground by the primitive219 appliances of a carbine-butt and a porringer, and afterward strained through a red woolen sash. But their life was not one of unalloyed enjoyment220; there were dark days, also, when they were far from the abodes221 of civilized222 man with the enemy before them. No more fires, then; no singing, no good times. There were times when hunger, thirst and want of sleep caused them horrible suffering, but no matter; they loved that daring, adventurous223 life, that war of skirmishes, so propitious224 for the display of personal bravery and as interesting as a fairy tale, enlivened by the _razzias_, which were only public plundering225 on a larger scale, and by marauding, or the private peculations of the chicken-thieves, which afforded many an amusing story that made even the generals laugh.
"Ah!" said Prosper, with a more serious face, "it's different here; the fighting is done in quite another way."
And in reply to a question asked by Maurice, he told the story of their landing at Toulon and the long and wearisome march to Luneville. It was there that they first received news of Wissembourg and Froeschwiller. After that his account was less clear, for he got the names of towns mixed, Nancy and Saint-Mihiel, Saint-Mihiel and Metz. There must have been heavy fighting on the 14th, for the sky was all on fire, but all he saw of it was four uhlans behind a hedge. On the 16th there was another engagement; they could hear the artillery going as early as six o'clock in the morning, and he had been told that on the 18th they started the dance again, more lively than ever. But the chasseurs were not in it that time, for at Gravelotte on the 16th, as they were standing99 drawn up along a road waiting to wheel into column, the Emperor, who passed that way in a victoria, took them to act as his escort to Verdun. And a pretty little jaunt226 it was, twenty-six miles at a hard gallop227, with the fear of being cut off by the Prussians at any moment!
"And what of Bazaine?" asked Rochas.
But the Lieutenant wanted to know if Bazaine was coming to join them, whereon Prosper made a gesture expressive229 of uncertainty230; what did any one know? Ever since the 16th their time had been spent in marching and countermarching in the rain, out on reconnoissance and grand-guard duty, and they had not seen a sign of an enemy. Now they were part of the army of Chalons. His regiment, together with two regiments of chasseurs de France and one of hussars, formed one of the divisions of the cavalry of reserve, the first division, commanded by General Margueritte, of whom he spoke231 with most enthusiastic warmth.
"Ah, the _bougre_! the enemy will catch a Tartar in him! But what's the good talking? the only use they can find for us is to send us pottering about in the mud."
There was silence for a moment, then Maurice gave some brief news of Remilly and uncle Fouchard, and Prosper expressed his regret that he could not go and shake hands with Honore, the quartermaster-sergeant, whose battery was stationed more than a league away, on the other side of the Laon road. But the chasseur pricked232 up his ears at hearing the whinnying of a horse and rose and went out to make sure that Poulet was not in want of anything. It was the hour sacred to coffee and _pousse-cafe_, and it was not long before the little hostelry was full to overflowing233 with officers and men of every arm of the service. There was not a vacant table, and the bright uniforms shone resplendent against the green background of leaves checkered234 with spots of sunshine. Major Bouroche had just come in and taken a seat beside Rochas, when Jean presented himself with an order.
"Lieutenant, the captain desires me to say that he wishes to see you at three o'clock on company business."
Rochas signified by a nod of the head that he had heard, and Jean did not go away at once, but stood smiling at Maurice, who was lighting235 a cigarette. Ever since the occurrence in the railway car there had been a sort of tacit truce236 between the two men; they seemed to be reciprocally studying each other, with an increasing interest and attraction. But just then Prosper came back, a little out of temper.
"I mean to have something to eat unless my officer comes out of that shanty237 pretty quick. The Emperor is just as likely as not to stay away until dark, confound it all."
"Tell me," said Maurice, his curiosity again getting the better of him, "isn't it possible that the news you are bringing may be from Bazaine?"
"Perhaps so. There was a good deal of talk about him down there at Monthois."
At that moment there was a stir outside in the street, and Jean, who was standing by one of the doors of the arbor, turned and said:
"The Emperor!"
Immediately everyone was on his feet. Along the broad, white road, with its rows of poplars on either side, came a troop of cent-gardes, spick and span in their brilliant uniforms, their cuirasses blazing in the sunlight, and immediately behind them rode the Emperor, accompanied by his staff, in a wide open space, followed by a second troop of cent-gardes.
There was a general uncovering of heads, and here and there a hurrah238 was heard; and the Emperor raised his head as he passed; his face looked drawn, the eyes were dim and watery239. He had the dazed appearance of one suddenly aroused from slumber240, smiled faintly at sight of the cheerful inn, and saluted241. From behind them Maurice and Jean distinctly heard old Bouroche growl242, having first surveyed the sovereign with his practiced eye:
"There's no mistake about it, that man is in a bad way." Then he succinctly243 completed his diagnosis244: "His jig245 is up!"
Jean shook his head and thought in his limited, common sense way: "It is a confounded shame to let a man like that have command of the army!" And ten minutes later, when Maurice, comforted by his good breakfast, shook hands with Prosper and strolled away to smoke more cigarettes, he carried with him the picture of the Emperor, seated on his easy-gaited horse, so pale, so gentle, the man of thought, the dreamer, wanting in energy when the moment for action came. He was reputed to be good-hearted, capable, swayed by generous and noble thoughts, a silent man of strong and tenacious246 will; he was very brave, too, scorning danger with the scorn of the fatalist for whom destiny has no fears; but in critical moments a fatal lethargy seemed to overcome him; he appeared to become paralyzed in presence of results, and powerless thereafter to struggle against Fortune should she prove adverse247. And Maurice asked himself if his were not a special physiological248 condition, aggravated249 by suffering; if the indecision and increasing incapacity that the Emperor had displayed ever since the opening of the campaign were not to be attributed to his manifest illness. That would explain everything: a minute bit of foreign substance in a man's system, and empires totter250.
The camp that evening was all astir with activity; officers were bustling251 about with orders and arranging for the start the following morning at five o'clock. Maurice experienced a shock of surprise and alarm to learn that once again all their plans were changed, that they were not to fall back on Paris, but proceed to Verdun and effect a junction with Bazaine. There was a report that dispatches had come in during the day from the marshal announcing that he was retreating, and the young man's thoughts reverted to the officer of chasseurs and his rapid ride from Monthois; perhaps he had been the bearer of a copy of the dispatch. So, then, the opinions of the Empress-regent and the Council of Ministers had prevailed with the vacillating MacMahon, in their dread252 to see the Emperor return to Paris and their inflexible253 determination to push the army forward in one supreme attempt to save the dynasty; and the poor Emperor, that wretched man for whom there was no place in all his vast empire, was to be bundled to and fro among the baggage of his army like some worthless, worn-out piece of furniture, condemned254 to the irony255 of dragging behind him in his suite his imperial household, cent-gardes, horses, carriages, cooks, silver stew-pans and cases of champagne, trailing his flaunting256 mantle257, embroidered258 with the Napoleonic bees, through the blood and mire259 of the highways of his retreat.
At midnight Maurice was not asleep; he was feverishly260 wakeful, and his gloomy reflections kept him tossing and tumbling on his pallet. He finally arose and went outside, where he found comfort and refreshment261 in the cool night air. The sky was overspread with clouds, the darkness was intense; along the front of the line the expiring watch-fires gleamed with a red and sullen262 light at distant intervals263, and in the deathlike, boding264 silence could be heard the long-drawn breathing of the hundred thousand men who slumbered265 there. Then Maurice became more tranquil266, and there descended267 on him a sentiment of brotherhood268, full of compassionate269 kindness for all those slumbering270 fellow-creatures, of whom thousands would soon be sleeping the sleep of death. Brave fellows! True, many of them were thieves and drunkards, but think of what they had suffered and the excuse there was for them in the universal demoralization! The glorious veterans of Solferino and Sebastopol were but a handful, incorporated in the ranks of the newly raised troops, too few in number to make their example felt. The four corps that had been got together and equipped so hurriedly, devoid271 of every element of cohesion272, were the forlorn hope, the expiatory273 band that their rulers were sending to the sacrifice in the endeavor to avert274 the wrath275 of destiny. They would bear their cross to the bitter end, atoning276 with their life's blood for the faults of others, glorious amid disaster and defeat.
And then it was that Maurice, there in the darkness that was instinct with life, became conscious that a great duty lay before him. He ceased to beguile277 himself with the illusive278 prospect279 of great victories to be gained; the march to Verdun was a march to death, and he so accepted it, since it was their lot to die, with brave and cheerful resignation.
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looming
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