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[Illustration:
James Robinson & Sons Dublin, Photo.
Walker & Boutall Ph. Sc.
Charles E Ryan]


WITH AN AMBULANCE DURING THE FRANCO-GERMAN WAR

Personal Experiences and Adventures with Both Armies 1870-1871

by

CHARLES E. RYAN, F.R.C.S.I., M.R.C.P.I.

Knight of the Order of Louis II, of Bavaria

With Portrait and Maps







New York
Charles Scribner's Sons
153-157 Fifth Avenue
1896

Aberdeen University Press.




    TO
    JAMES TALBOT POWER,
    MY OLD FRIEND AND SCHOOLFELLOW,
    I DEDICATE
    THE FOLLOWING PAGES.




PREFACE.


Ere I attempt to set before the public this slight record of my
experiences during the Franco-German War, I must first disclaim all
pretence to literary merit.

It was written in 1873, and is simply an embodiment of a series of notes
or jottings, taken during the war in my spare moments, together with the
contents of a number of descriptive letters to my friends. They were
written solely for them, and nothing was farther from my mind at the
time than the idea of publication.

Thus, they remained in a recess of my study for nearly a quarter of a
century, until a new generation had grown up around me; and doubtless,
but for their friendly importunity, there they would have lain until the
memory of their author, like the ink in which they were written, had
faded to a blank.

I would ask my readers to bear in their kindly recollection that the
scope of such a work as the following must of necessity be limited.

As a medical man, I had at all times and in all places my duties to
perform; hence I have been unable to be as elaborate as other
circumstances might warrant.

I would also remind them (and every one who has been through a campaign
will know) how vague and uncertain is the information which subordinates
possess of the general movements of the army with which they are
serving.

It happens occasionally that they are wholly ignorant of events
occurring around them, the news of which may have already reached the
other side of the world.

Again, I am greatly impressed with the difficulty of representing, in
anything like adequate language, those scenes--some of which have
already been delineated by the marvellous pen of M. Zola in _La
Débâcle_--which the general public could never have fancied, still less
have realised, except by the aid of a masterly exposition of facts such
as that stirring chronicle of the war has given. In it the writer has
dealt rather with history as it occurred, than invented an imaginary
tale; and those who were eye-witnesses of Sedan can add little to his
description.

For many reasons, therefore, I am filled with the sense of my own
incompetence to do justice to my subject. But I console myself with the
reflection that my theme is full of interest to the present generation.
Nor does it appear a vain undertaking if one who was permitted to see
much of both sides should give his impressions as they occurred, and in
the language he would have used at the time. My feeling throughout has
been that of a witness under examination. I have endeavoured to narrate
the incidents which I saw, certainly with as close an approach to the
reality as I could command, and, if in a somewhat unvarnished tale, yet,
as I trust, have set down nought in malice. I have added no colour which
the original sketch did not contain; and have been careful not to darken
the shading.

    CHARLES E. RYAN.

    GLENLARA, TIPPERARY,
    _January, 1896_.




CHAPTER I.

FROM DUBLIN TO PARIS VIA BRUSSELS.--THE WAR FEVER.--LEVIES TO THE FRONT.


The first question friends will naturally ask is, how I came to think of
going abroad to take part in the struggle between France and Germany,
what prompted me to do so, and by what combination of circumstances my
hastily arranged plans were realised.

These points I will endeavour to explain. From the outset of the war I
took a deep interest in the destinies of France, and warmly sympathised
with her in her affliction. I longed earnestly to be of some service to
her; indeed, my enthusiasm was so great at the time that I would even
have fought for her could I have done so. I was then studying medicine
in Dublin, and was in my twenty-first year. Just about the time of the
battles of Weissenburg and Wörth nearly every one in Dublin was
collecting old linen to make _charpie_ for the French wounded; and, as I
could do nothing else, I exerted myself in getting together from my
friends all the material I could procure for the purpose. Day by day
news poured in of French defeats following one another in close
succession, with long lists of killed and wounded; while among other
details I learnt that the French were very short of medical men and
skilled dressers, and that the sufferings of the wounded were, in
consequence, beyond description. I thought to myself, "Now is my
opportunity. If I could but get out to those poor fellows I might render
them some substantial assistance; and what an amount of suffering might
one not alleviate did one but give them a draught of cold water to
appease their agonising thirst!"

For a few days these thoughts occupied my mind almost to the exclusion
of every other. It happened one evening, when I was returning by train
from Kingstown, that I met Dr. Walshe, surgeon to Jervis Street
Hospital. During the course of our conversation, which was upon the then
universal topic of the Franco-German War, he remarked that if he were
unmarried and as young and active as I was, he would at once go over to
France, and seek a place either in a military field hospital or in an
ambulance, or endeavour to get into the Foreign Legion, which was then
being enrolled, adding, that he greatly wondered no one as yet had left
Dublin with this object. I replied, "I shall be the first, then, to lead
the way"; and there and then made up my mind to set out.

It was the 12th of August, 1870.

I endeavoured to discover some kindred spirit who would come out with me
and share my adventures, but not one could I find. Those who had not
very plausible reasons at hand, to disguise those which perhaps they
had, laughed at my proposal, and appeared to look upon me as little
better than a mad fellow. How could I dream of going out alone to a
foreign country, where the fiercest war of the century was raging? Even
some of my professors joined in the laugh, and good-humouredly wished me
God-speed and a pleasant trip, adding that they were sure I should be
back again in a few days. Two of them had, in fact, just returned from
Paris, where they could find nothing to do; and they reported that it
was dangerous to remain longer, as the populace were marching up and
down the streets in the most disorderly fashion, and strangers ran no
small risk of being treated as Prussian spies.

All this was unpleasant to hear; but I was determined not to be
thwarted; and so, portmanteau in hand, I stepped on board the Kingstown
boat. It was the 15th August, a most glorious autumn evening, and the
sea was beautifully calm. I now felt that my enterprise had begun, and
as I stood on deck watching the beautiful scenery of Dublin Bay receding
from my view, the natural reflection occurred that this might be the
last time I should see my native land. I was leaving the cherished
inmates of that bright little spot, which I now more than ever felt was
my home. It would be my first real experience of the world, and I was
about to enter upon the battle of life alone.

Arriving in London on the morning of the 16th, and having spent the day
with some of my school friends, in the evening I went on board the
Ostend boat at St. Katharine's wharf. We were to start at four o'clock
next morning. I slept until I was awakened by the rolling of the vessel
out at sea. The boat was a villainous little tub, and appeared to me to
go round like a teetotum. We had an unusually long and rough passage of
sixteen hours, and I was fearfully ill the whole time. When we arrived
at Ostend, so bad was I that I could not leave my cabin until long after
everybody else. Hence a friend of mine, Monsieur le Chevalier de Sauvage
Vercourt, who had come up from Liège to meet me, made certain when he
failed to perceive me among the passengers that I had missed the boat.
On inquiring, however, of the steward if any one had remained below he
discovered me.

My friend gave me two letters of introduction, one to M. le Vicomte de
Melun, which subsequently got me admitted into "La Société Française
pour le secours aux blessés de terre et de mer"; the other to the Mayor,
M. Lévy, asking him whether he could find a way for me into the Army as
an assistant. When I had pulled myself together a bit, Vercourt and I
dined together in the open air, at a Café on the Grande Promenade.

It was the fashionable hour, and every one seemed to be in gala dress.
Half, at least, of those we saw were English, the remainder French and
Belgians. It is a curious sensation, that of being for the first time in
a foreign country, where one's whole surroundings differ from all one
has been accustomed to see and hear in one's native land. My boyish
experience made everything, however trivial, a subject of interest. As I
walked through the town with Vercourt, I was greatly struck by the
civility of the people, their cleanliness and the neatness of their
persons and dress, and above all by the absence of any visible
wretchedness even among the poor.

These points occupied our attention and conversation until we found
ourselves on our way to Brussels. The country through which we passed,
though really most unattractive, had for me many points of interest, and
gave me an agreeable picture of what was meant by "foreign climes".

The bright clean cottages and farmsteads, with their gardens and
flowers, contrasted lamentably to my mind with the tumble-down
dilapidated hovels of mud, surrounded by slush and water, which I had
been accustomed to see from my childhood. Everything bespoke the
comfort, happiness, and prosperity of these people. The neatly trimmed
hedges with which every field is fenced, the lines of poplars skirting
the roadways and canals give a surprisingly smart and cultivated aspect
to the whole face of the country. I was greatly struck by the blue
smocks and wooden sabots of the men and women. Even the children in the
rural parts of Belgium wear these wooden shoes. During our stoppages at
the different stations the Flemish jargon, as in my untravelled
ignorance I called it, of the rustics amused me. I noticed in one part
of the country that all the pumps had their handles at the top, and that
these moved up and down like the ramrod of a gun. It was novel to see
the people on stools working them. At ten o'clock that night we arrived
in Brussels, and put up at the Hôtel de Suède.

My friend and I rose early next morning, and went sight-seeing. He was
an _habitué_ of the place, so our time was spent to the best advantage.
That Brussels is a most charming town was my first impression; and I
think so still. My delight at seeing the Rue de la Reine and the
Boulevards leading from it I shall not easily forget. A city beautifully
timbered and abounding in fountains, grass, and flowers, was indeed a
novelty to one whose experience of cities had been gained in smoky
London and dear dirty Dublin. In the Rue de la Reine I remarked the two
carriage-ways, divided by a grove of trees. This plantation consisted of
full-grown limes, elms, sycamores, arbutus, and acacias. There was yet
another row on the footpath, next the houses. The breadth of this long
Boulevard may be about that of Sackville Street. It was a beautiful
sunny day, and as I sauntered along beneath the trees something new met
my eye at every turn. I was struck by such a simple matter as seeing the
carriages dash into the courtyards through the open gates, instead of
stopping in the street, whilst the occupants were making a morning call.
Then the high-stepping horses and the gaudy equipages were enough, as I
thought, to dazzle the youthful mind. One could live here a lifetime and
never know that such a thing as dirt existed,--at all events, in the
sense with which we were only too conversant in some parts of my native
land twenty-five years ago.

These simple observations of the boy at his first start in life make me
smile as I read them over. Yet I do not think that I ought to suppress
them; for who is there that has not felt the indescribable charm of
those early days, when the commonest things in our journeying fill the
mind as if they were a wonder in themselves? And what is there in the
grown man's travels to equal that opening glimpse of a world we have so
often heard talked about, yet never have seen with our eyes until now?

But to return. It was in the Rue du Pont that I first saw the tramways.
I went in one of the cars to the superb Park, which is as fine as any in
Europe, and of which Brussels is so justly proud. It amused me beyond
measure to see the butchers', bakers', and grocers' boys driving about
their carts drawn by teams of huge dogs, varying in number from one to
four. While the drivers were delivering their goods the poor animals
would lie down in their harness with their tongues out, until a short
chirp brought them on their feet again, ready to start. This seemed for
them the most difficult part, since once set going, they went at a great
rate, apparently without much trouble, and rather enjoying their task
than otherwise. I have seen teams of dogs so fresh that they were all
barking whilst they tore along the street at full speed. In the evening
the cafés were beautifully illuminated; and seated beneath the trees
hundreds of people enjoyed their cigarettes and _café noir_, while they
discussed, with many and vigorous gesticulations, the affairs of Europe.
In the afternoon of the 18th I bade good-bye to my kind friend Vercourt,
who had been so admirable a cicerone to me, and took my seat in the
train for Paris.

During our journey I was rudely awakened from a sound sleep at one
station by every one suddenly jumping on their legs and crying out, "_La
douane!_" while they seized their luggage, and rushed out of the train
as if it were on fire. If you did not do the same you were
unceremoniously bundled out by the officials. To every inquiry I got the
same answer, "_C'est la douane_". Now this word was not in my
vocabulary. I may observe that at my school French was taught on the
good old plan, out of Racine and "Télémaque," in which commercial terms
are not abundant, and hence I did not know in the least the meaning of
"_la douane_"; it might have signified fire, blood or murder; and I was
for a long time sorely puzzled. I thought in my drowsy confusion that
some part of the train had broken down, and that all the passengers and
luggage had to be removed with as much haste as possible. But when I, a
passenger to Paris, saw a fellow seize my portmanteau and disappear with
it through one of the doors, it was too much for me; I went after my
effects, collared him, and asked him, in the best French I could muster,
where he was going with my property. A big gendarme explained the
situation, and pointed to a large room, where the rattling of keys and
opening of boxes soon made his interpretation unnecessary.

On returning to my carriage I found myself next a middle-aged gentleman,
who, though he spoke French fluently to his neighbours, was evidently an
Englishman. We joined in conversation, and he seemed to know more about
Ireland and Irish affairs than I did myself, which, in truth, might
easily have been. He had such a frank, genial manner, and appeared to
feel so genuine a sympathy, not only with my own countrymen, but with
poor suffering France, that I confided to him my story and mission,
which evidently pleased him; and he told me that he would get me a cheap
billet from his landlady in the Hôtel de l'Opéra, a comfortable hotel
centrally situated opposite the new Opera House. He had told me his name
was Steel, but vouchsafed no further information about himself. When we
arrived in Paris he was accosted by several of the officials as Monsieur
le Général; and he bade me stay with him, and said that he would
accompany me to my hotel. Having, after much tiresome waiting, got
possession of our luggage, we passed out of the station between two
lines of soldiers, and were carefully and closely inspected before being
allowed to proceed. A whisper from my new friend the General appeared to
be a magic pass, for every one seemed to know him. A stalwart gendarme
demanded my passport, took down my name and address, where I last came
from, and what was my business in Paris, and then let me go. When we
arrived at the Hôtel de l'Opéra, again the concierge greeted my
mysterious friend with the title of M. le Général, when he hurried
upstairs, bidding me wait until he came down, and he would go out with
me to dine at a restaurant.

As I stepped outside the door and looked up and down the Boulevards, I
knew at once that what I had heard and read of the beauties of Paris as
seen by night was no fiction, but a bright reality. What added to the
novelty of the scene was that the whole populace seemed to be in a fever
of excitement. I asked my friend what was it all about. He told me that
they were rejoicing because a proclamation had just been made from the
Mairie of three glorious victories won by their arms. This accounted for
the bands of civilians, thousands in each, composed of labourers and
artisans, who were marching boisterously up and down the streets,
cheering and singing the "Marseillaise," with flags and banners flying
of every colour and description. The sight was at first appalling, as
that momentary glance recalled to my mind so vividly what I had read
about the scenes enacted in the streets of Paris during the first
Revolution, by a similar communistic and ungovernable mob. Yet I thought
the whole thing good fun; but my friend warned me not to speak, and told
me to keep out of the streets at night. It was dangerous for a stranger
to go out after dark, since the populace were apt to take him for a spy,
or as being there in the interest of the enemy, and this might mean
instantaneous death. Such things had occurred lately. We now turned
into the Café Anglais, and dined very well, after which my mysterious
friend took leave of me and disappeared. I only saw him again for five
minutes a few days subsequently, and have never set eyes on him since,
nor could I get any satisfactory information at the hotel, although they
informed me that he was a resident in Paris, and was often at the Hôtel
de l'Opéra. Perhaps some reader of these pages may know more concerning
M. le Général Steel than I ever did. Who and what was he? But conjecture
is idle work, and I must get on with my story.

Having seen Brussels before Paris, the latter did not make that
impression which it generally does on one who views it for the first
time, before he has visited any other of the capital cities on the
Continent,--for Brussels is a miniature Paris. I walked up and down the
Boulevards, observing everything and everybody, until, feeling somewhat
tired, I looked at my watch, and found to my astonishment that it was
nearly one o'clock, so I returned to my hotel and went to bed, and
dreamed of the glories of the city of pleasure.

Next morning, the 19th, I sallied out in quest of the Mansion House to
which I had been directed. For some time I walked up and down the
Boulevards in order to make observations as to my whereabouts, and to
note my surroundings. My first great landmark was the beautiful new
Opera House, which is one of the sights of Paris. Its massive pillars
and wonderful display of allegorical figures, all in white marble,
delighted me--as also did the wooded Boulevards with their gorgeous
shops and all the pleasing sights which met my gaze at every turn.

Having been only a few days in the country, I naturally felt a little
shy at venturing into anything like a long conversation with the
natives. Soon, however, I mustered up sufficient courage (to be wanting
in which was to fail in my errand) to ask my way of one of those gaily
dressed officers of the peace, who, from their gorgeous uniform and the
dignity of their manners, I had made up my mind could be nothing less
than majors-general of the reserve out for a stroll.

My bad French elicited from this worthy only the most courteous
civility, and he took the greatest pains to explain to me my route. As I
went on I felt elated at this first experience of the proverbial
civility of Frenchmen, and was sure that I should find it easy to get on
with them.

After some two miles of pleasant rambling, I arrived at the Mairie in
the Place du Prince Eugène; but found that M. le Maire was out, so
returned and dined at the Café Royale, opposite the Madeleine and
afterwards visited the church, and walked outside it several times. It
was from all sides alike massive and beautiful, nor was I disappointed
at its interior, though I confess it did not impress me so much as the
façade. Having spent an hour inspecting its details I took a cabriolet
to the Mansion House, where, having sent in Vercourt's letter, I was
ushered into the presence of M. le Maire, after about ten minutes
waiting.

This polished gentleman received me with the greatest kindness and
civility, but explained that he could not procure me a place in the Army
Medical Department. He referred me to l'Intendance Militaire, Rue St.
Dominique, which was the Foreign Legion Office. I at once started
afresh, and, having found out the officials to whom I was directed, they
informed me that they had not the power of giving appointments, but that
M. Michel Lévy, Medicine Inspecteur, Val de Grace, was the person to
whom I should apply, at the same time assuring me that there was not the
least use in my doing so, as the Foreign Legion was fully equipped and
all the vacancies filled up. Believing this information to be correct, I
set this last proposition aside and kept it in my sleeve as a _dernier
ressort_. Although defeated in my object I was not in the least
discouraged, for I had determined to make every effort before confessing
myself beaten.

As I was much fatigued, and it was too late to prosecute my plans any
further that day, I went out for a stroll on the Boulevards. Presently
I heard the trampling of horses coming down the street, mingled with the
loud cheering of the populace. It was a troop of Cuirassiers, and in
another minute I was in the midst of a seething crowd, and could
perceive nothing around me but a sea of hands, hats, and heads in
commotion. The civilians, who were in a wild state of excitement,
cheered the troops, "Vive les Cuirassiers!" while the dragoons in return
shouted "A Berlin!" and "Vive la France!"--not "Vive l'Empereur!" When
they had passed, the excitement continued in another form, for a
desperate-looking mob marched up and down in detachments as they had
done upon the previous night, with flags flying, and banners waving,
singing all the while "La Marseillaise" and the "Champs de la Patrie,"
with intervening shouts of "A Berlin". All this was of great interest to
me, especially the singing. When the crowd joined in the chorus of their
National Anthem the effect was something never to be forgotten.

I now went to bed, feeling sleepy and done up from sheer excitement.
Next day, the 20th August, a lovely morning, I found my way to the
Palais de l'Industrie, where, after waiting three hours in a crowded
ante-room, I presented my letter to M. le Vicomte de Melun, who came out
to see me. This kind old gentleman spoke graciously, and desired me to
come next day, when he would give me a place in an Ambulance. Fully
satisfied this time with the result of my efforts I returned with a
light heart, and having dined in the Rue Royale went out sight-seeing. A
few hundred paces brought me into the Place de la Concorde, and, oh,
what an incredibly magnificent sight presented itself from the centre of
that beautiful square! I passed the rest of the evening in the Bois de
Boulogne, and rising early next morning, full of hope, hastened to the
Palais de l'Industrie, where, without much delay, I saw M. de Melun. He
informed me with regret that every place in the Ambulances about to
start had been filled up previous to my application. However, if I left
my letters and certificates and came again on Tuesday morning, he would
let me know, should there be a vacancy for me in any of those which were
starting at the end of the week.

This second disappointment greatly annoyed me, but I did not give in. As
it was Sunday I hastened back to High Mass at the Madeleine, a grand
choral and musical display. The constant clink of the money and the
click of the beadle's staff as he strode along bespangled with gold lace
and gaudy trappings, made prayer and recollection well nigh an
impossibility. Coming out of church, I met an old schoolfellow of mine,
a Parisian, with whom I had a long chat and pleasant walk in the
Tuileries. He pointed out to me the Empress leaving the Palace by a
private way, accompanied by some of her ladies-in-waiting. I may remark
that she wore a dress of grey silk, trimmed with black crape.

During the whole of this day troops continued to march through the city,
some mere regiments of beardless boys, awkward and unsoldierlike, but
with a true martial spirit, if one might judge by the hearty way in
which they sang as they went along, and joined in the choruses.

These were the latest levies, and were going to the front. Next day,
Monday the 22nd, after many circuitous wanderings, I made my way to the
Irish College; and left my letter of introduction to Father M----, who
was not at home, but was expected the following day. When I got back I
found that the Boulevards and Champs Elysées were thronged with noisy
workmen singing the "Marseillaise" on their way home from the
fortifications, where they had been employed in great numbers on the
extensive works which were being now pushed forward night and day. To
avoid being jostled by the mob I took a place on the top of an omnibus.
It was dusk, and as we came down the Champs Elysées, the beautifully
illuminated gardens, with their cafés chantants, merry-go-rounds and
bowers,--surrounded by the most fanciful and pretty devices imaginable,
and lighted up with miniature lamps,--together with the lively din of
music and singing followed by rounds of applause, made me feel
transported for the moment to fairyland. But it was a short-lived
delusion; and who would imagine, with all this folly, at once so
frivolous and so French, that the great tragedy of war was being enacted
around us? However, that such was the case even here was abundantly
evident, for it was the sole topic of conversation. Soldiers were
everywhere in the streets; the public vehicles and omnibuses were
crammed with them; their officers seemed to monopolise half the private
carriages; they crowded the public buildings, and soldiers' heads
appeared out of half the street windows. I had always heard that
Frenchmen were a highly excitable people, and the truth of that saying
was never so clearly demonstrated. Here they were in their thousands,
moving about in a state of restless, purposeless commotion, singing
songs from noon to midnight, and, as it appeared to me, most of them
quite out of their senses.

Tuesday, the 23rd August, I went once more to try my luck at the Palais
de l'Industrie; and M. le Vicomte de Melun again told me that there was
no vacancy, but my name had been placed on the Society's books for an
appointment, and when the vacancy occurred he would communicate with me
at the Hôtel de l'Opéra. I felt disappointed that every effort up to
this had been a failure, but consoled myself at having gained one point,
_viz._, that of having been registered as a member of the Red Cross
Society.

I now determined to try some of the working staff, who, though perhaps
less influential than the Vicomte, might be able to help me quite as
well. Not to be daunted, I went to another part of the Palais, where I
informed a gentleman, who, I perceived, was a superintendent and active
manager, that my name had been placed on the Society's books by M. de
Melun. This made him all attention. He spoke English well, and was very
civil to me. His name was M. Labouchère, 77 Rue Malesherbes. In few
words I told him the object of my mission, how I wanted to work, and was
willing to accept a place in any capacity whatever, in the service of
the wounded. He now informed me that there was one vacancy as aide in a
Belgian Ambulance, and as I was most anxious to fill it he had my name
put down. He gave me the casquet and badge of the Society, and told me
to come to-morrow for my outfit and all necessaries.

In the meantime I was sent out with eight or ten others of the Swiss
Ambulance, to collect money in the streets through which we passed. We
went in a body, and had each a little net bag at the end of a long pole,
very like a landing net, but with a longer handle and a smaller net. As
we passed along we cried out, "Pour les blessés," and as the omnibuses
and carriages drew up while we were passing, we availed ourselves of
this opportunity by putting our bags up to and sometimes through the
windows, and landing them in the laps of those within. By this means we
got heaps of silver pieces, and even gold from some of the best dressed
personages. We also put our nets up to the windows, wherever we saw them
occupied, and into the shops. Large crowds gathered along the route, and
everybody gave something,--a great many two and five franc pieces. It
was several hours before we reached the railway station, as we went very
slowly. All knew by my accent that I was a foreigner, and perhaps
British; and they seemed to like the idea, for they pressed forward to
throw their coins to me, when there were other nets nearer them. When
the time of reckoning came I found that I had collected more than my
comrades. I saw ladies in the carriages that passed us crying bitterly,
and the weeping and evident grief of the ambulance men on parting with
their friends at the railway terminus were very touching. Having placed
my money in the van I returned to the Palais de l'Industrie, where I was
introduced to M. le Verdière, second in command in the Belgian
Ambulance. He desired me to come at nine o'clock next day to get into my
uniform and prepare for starting.

Highly pleased at what I considered at last a success, I went, as I had
previously arranged, to see Dr. M---- at the Irish College. He received
me very warmly, and introduced me to a Chinese bishop with a pigtail,
whom I found a most intelligent and agreeable man.

That evening I saw troops going to the front in heavy marching order;
and although they were four abreast, they reached from the Arc de
Triomphe to within some little distance of the Place de la Concorde. On
my way home I met a man who told me sorrowfully that before the war he
had been a successful teacher with a large class, but that all his
pupils were drawn in the conscription, and his occupation was gone.

Next morning, the 24th, I was all excitement, as I fully expected that
this day might see me on my way to the front. I hastened to the Palais
de l'Industrie, where M. Labouchère informed me of the nature of my
appointment in the Belgian Ambulance. What was my astonishment when I
found that I should have ten _infirmiers_ under me, for whom I was to be
responsible, and to whom I must issue orders! Much as I desired to
accept this most tempting offer, common sense got the better of my
ambition; and I declined, feeling conscious that my imperfect knowledge
of French would prevent my being able to discharge my duties with
efficiency.

All this was a disappointment and a humiliation, but I had now become
used to reverses. My friends, of whom I had already quite a number,
comforted me by saying that I should be most likely sent to Metz, which
was full of wounded with but few attendants, numbers of the latter
having been carried off by typhus fever, which was making great havoc in
the town. I stated that I had not the least objection to going if the
Society wished me to do so; but I felt that I should prefer some other
mission. Later on in the day, as I was searching for M. Labouchère in
the Palais de l'Industrie, I was astonished to perceive that one of the
large open spaces of the Palais, which was used but yesterday for
drilling the recruits, now contained rows of mounted cannon placed close
beside each other, while the unmounted guns were piled in lines one
above another; great heaps of cannon balls were also stacked in the
centre, like ricks of turf. This change, wrought since the evening
before, will give an idea of the rapidity and energy with which the
Government plans were being executed. Emerging by one of the upper doors
of the building, I was startled at seeing the whole Champs Elysées
occupied by masses of soldiers, flanked at each side by double rows of
cavalry. They were being inspected before going to the front. It was a
splendid sight. I went out afterwards to the Bois de Boulogne, where the
timber next the ramparts was already being cut down. There were crowds
of men at work on the fortifications as I passed through, making ready
for the siege.

As it was growing dusk I moved towards home, and met on my way a stream
of soldiers dressed in a most elaborate uniform, differing in every way
from that of the Line. From the enthusiastic reception they met with on
all sides, and the familiar smiles and nods which they exchanged with
the admiring citizens, I knew that they were the Garde Nationale, the
pride of the Parisians.




CHAPTER II.

I JOIN THE ANGLO-AMERICAN AMBULANCE.--M. DE FLAVIGNY'S SPEECH.--TO
MÉZIÈRES AND SEDAN.


August 25th I went to my official quarters full of hope, but found that
nothing further had been decided. M. Labouchère told me that I was
certain of a place in a French Ambulance, and presented my testimonials
and papers to the chief of the 8th Ambulance, who disappeared with them
into the committee room, promising to send me an answer at once. This he
never did, though I waited his reply for some hours, until hunger
compelled me to go in search of dinner, which I found in the Boulevard
St. Michel, No. 43, Café-Brasserie du Bas Rhin, where I had as much beef
as I could wish for. (I was afterwards told that nothing but horse flesh
was sold at this restaurant.)

I then returned to the Palais de l'Industrie, where I was offered a post
in the Medical Staff in charge of a train between Paris and Metz. I
declined, upon the ground of my expecting to hear every minute of my
having been appointed to an Ambulance. Hours passed without a syllable
from the Chief of the 8th Ambulance; and now for the first time I felt
discouraged, but pulled myself together, and again threw myself with
energy into the struggle.

I still had forces in reserve; for my friend, Madame A----,
lady-in-waiting to the Empress, had promised me letters of introduction,
which I daily expected, but which had not yet arrived. As I was whiling
away the time conversing with one of the understrappers of the Palais,
he told me that the siege of Paris by the Prussians was confidently
expected by most Parisians; they talked of cutting down all the trees
around Paris, and demolishing the farmsteads and farm produce in the
vicinity, and my informant observed, "Déjà on cherche la démolition du
Bois de Boulogne".

I walked out to the fortifications and saw batches of men throwing up
mounds, whilst others were making excavations beneath the mason-work of
the permanent bridges, to facilitate their being blown up on the
approach of the enemy. Upon my return the garçon at the Hotel showed me
with much pride his uniform and accoutrements, with which he had been
presented that day on being made a member of the National Guard.

The loud beating of drums and the clatter and din of horses and men as
they passed along the Boulevards before dawn, made it easy to be up at
an early hour next morning, the 26th of August.

I set out for the Palais de l'Industrie, where an order was handed me
to hold myself in readiness to start that night for the front, so I
returned quickly to my hotel, paid my bill and packed up my traps. I
found two letters awaiting me: one from Madame A----, with an
introduction to Professor Ricord, the Emperor's surgeon; and another
from the Princess Poniatowsky, enclosing a note to the Count de
Flavigny, President of the Society. They were now of no use, as I had
been appointed to an Ambulance; but had I got them at first I should
have been saved many days of anxious waiting. As it afterwards turned
out, it was my good luck that they did not arrive sooner. An order was
now issued that all strangers should quit Paris; and a heavy gloom
seemed to be settling down rapidly over every one and everything. The
conviction was daily growing that the Prussians were approaching Paris;
but no one really knew, as every day's intelligence contradicted that of
the day before. There seemed to be a great national competition in
lying, in which every one manfully struggled for the prize.

At this juncture I was introduced to Dr. Frank, second in command of an
Ambulance which had lately been organised in Paris by a number of
English and American surgeons, and which was known as the
Anglo-American. Dr. Frank received me courteously, and appointed me one
of his _sous-aides_ or dressers. Having given me directions as to my
outfit, he sent me off with another young member of the Ambulance, John
Scott of Belfast, to procure all necessary supplies. The pleasure I
experienced at finding myself in harness at last was beyond expression;
and it was not lessened by discovering in my new mate a bright, jovial,
and witty companion and a fellow-countryman to boot. We hurried off to
the Palais Royal, where we ordered our uniforms, knapsacks and kits, and
then went out and had a chat and a stroll.

Saturday morning, the 27th, Dr. Frank introduced me to Dr. Marion Sims,
now chef or surgeon-in-chief, and also to his staff, which was composed
of Drs. MacCormac, Webb, Blewitt, May, Tilghman, Nicholl, Hayden, and
Hewitt, and Drs. Wyman and Pratt, as also to Mr. Fred Wallace and Harry
Sims. Hewitt and I worked away for some hours getting the stores ready.
Having finished this task we went to be photographed at Nader's, in full
marching kit. I now packed up everything I did not want and sent them to
M. de B----'s house (where they remained until after the war was over),
and made my final preparations for starting. I received a month's pay in
advance from Dr. Frank, so there was but little chance of my being hard
up for money, as we were to be found in everything. Colonel Loyd
Lindsay's English branch of the "Société pour le Secours aux Blessés"
furnished the English contingent of the ambulance with the sinews of
war; and of this Dr. Frank was the representative.

On the 28th August I went in full uniform to the Madeleine, after which
I took all my traps to the Palais de l'Industrie, where I met Marion
Sims and had a chat with him. He addressed me kindly as "my dear boy";
and from the gentleness of his manner and his sympathetic nature, I felt
that I should like him very much; and so it afterwards came to pass. We
all now worked with a will, getting together our stores, provisions,
horses and waggons, and making all ready for the procession, which,
after a scene of confusion, noise, and excitement, left the Palais de
l'Industrie about three o'clock, in the following order:--In front,
carried by Dr. Sims' three charming daughters, the flags of England,
France, and America; then the surgeons and the assistant surgeons; after
these the dressers or _sous-aides_, of which I was one; then the
_infirmiers_, all fully equipped, with the waggons for stores and
wounded bringing up the rear.

While we were standing in our places, in the Champs Elysées, waiting for
the final start, a young girl, pretty, and elegantly dressed in deep
mourning, stepped up and tried to address me, but she sobbed so much
that I could with difficulty understand what she said. After a little
time she made her wish intelligible. Should her husband ever come
across my path in a wounded condition, she charged me to be kind to him,
and to bestow upon him particular care for her sake. The earnestness
with which she confided her sorrow to me, a stranger who had nothing to
recommend him but his youth, well nigh overcame me, so that the poor
thing very nearly had a companion in tears. She gave me her card, which
I still possess. The girl could not have been more than twenty. I tried
to say something to her that was kind; but so confused and upset was I
that I could hardly utter a word. Presently the Count de Flavigny came
forward and addressed us in a long and eloquent speech, flattering alike
to our nationalities and to our cause.

A death-like silence reigned throughout the crowd as he reminded us of
the scenes upon which we were about to enter; the cause we were to
vindicate; the hardships we were likely to undergo; the good that each
of us was bound in duty to perform; the sacrifice of every personal
consideration, and even of our lives if necessary, in the grand and holy
cause of the service of the wounded.

There were tears in many eyes, for not a few of the bystanders had at
that moment friends near and dear, in dread suffering and perhaps in the
agony of death. These few minutes made a deep impression upon me.

I now realised that I was entering upon a hazardous campaign, and felt
the weight of the task that I had undertaken; and as the word
"_Marchez_" was given I stepped out strong in mind and body, proud of
the privilege which it had pleased Providence to bestow upon me, and
yearning to fulfil that mission of charity which we had that day
inaugurated.

As we passed through the streets in the order I have already given, the
dense crowds cheered us along the way to the railway station (de l'Est),
crying, "Vive les Americains!" "Vive l'Angleterre!" while the
handkerchiefs of the ladies waved from all windows. Tears flowed
abundantly on every side, as they readily do in France for less reason
than the present one. All were delighted at the practical sympathy of
the foreigners, on behalf of their wounded and suffering
fellow-countrymen.

The crowds were so great that we found it difficult to make anything
like rapid progress, and were several hours reaching the station.

Having arrived at our destination, we took our seats in the
waiting-room, not knowing in the least where we were going, as no one
did but the chief and Dr. Frank. After waiting a couple of hours we got
into a train in which we started off into the darkness, for it was ten
o'clock. We travelled all night, and as morning dawned arrived at
Soissons. Here we learned that we were under orders to join MacMahon's
army at once. As from information received, Dr. Sims supposed him to be
somewhere in the vicinity of Sedan, it was his intention to make for
Mézières, a small town in that neighbourhood, which we reached on Monday
night, 29th August, arriving at Sedan the following morning, Tuesday,
30th, and remaining there to await further orders.

As we entered the town I was astonished to perceive that not a single
soldier was visible, and that the sentinels on duty at the gates were
peasants dressed in blue blouses, bearing guns upon their shoulders, a
military képi being the only attempt at uniform.

All was still as we hastened through the streets to our quarters, at the
Croix d'Or in the Rue Napoléon.




CHAPTER III.

AT SEDAN.--THE EMPEROR IN TRANSIT.--OUR FIRST RETREAT BEFORE THE
PRUSSIANS.--THE CASERNE D'ARSFELD.


On the 30th of August we got orders through the _Courrier des
Ambulances_, the Vicomte de Chizelles, to proceed at once to Carignan,
where hard fighting had been going on, and where, we were told, the
field had been won by the French. Accordingly at noon the whole
ambulance moved out of the town, by the Torcy gate to the railway
station, a few hundred yards outside the ramparts, whence a special
train was to have carried us on to the field of our labours. Through
some mismanagement on the part of the French authorities, and through a
combination of adverse circumstances, our transport was delayed so long
that we were unable to leave that evening. The railway officials
contended that the cause of the delay was neglect, on the part of our
_comptable_, to specify the exact amount of accommodation required for
the transport of our waggons, stores, and horses, without which we could
not work efficiently on the field of battle; but the real cause of the
delay, we subsequently discovered, was the capturing and blocking of
the line by the Prussians, which fact was, in French fashion, studiously
concealed from us. All this was very annoying to our chiefs, who were
most anxious to get to the front. In order, therefore, that we might be
able to start at daybreak next morning, we took up our quarters for that
night in the station house. Being much fatigued after the excitement of
the day we went to the bureau, where all our luggage was, and, after
much ado, got hold of our wraps. There was one large waiting-room
through which every one was obliged to pass in order to enter or leave
the station, and here I and a number of my comrades stretched ourselves
upon the bare boards, covered up in our rugs and overcoats.

Shortly after eleven o'clock, the arrival of a train caused us to start
to our feet. The Germans, we knew, were in the neighbourhood, and the
thought of a surprise flashed simultaneously through the mind of each
one, when, to our intense astonishment, the door opened, and Napoléon,
with his entire état major, marshals, and generals, walked into the
room.

The Emperor wore a long dark blue cloak and a scarlet gold-braided képi.
At first he seemed rather surprised at our presence, and for a moment or
two delayed returning our salute, which he eventually acknowledged by a
slight inclination of the head. He had a tired, scared, and haggard
appearance, and, besides looking thoroughly ill, seemed anxious and
impatient. After a few moments' delay he hurried off on foot, in the
midst of his _entourage_, through the station house, and along the road
leading to the town of Sedan.

I and two of my comrades followed until we saw the Emperor and his
attendants arrive at the gate, through which, after some parley with a
blue-bloused sentry (for there was not a regular soldier in the town),
they gained admittance. As we were about returning to our temporary
quarters, speculating on the probable future as suggested by the scene I
have described, we met a party of soldiers straggling along, composed of
men of different regiments, both line and cavalry. We addressed one of
them, who seemed more tired and worn out than the rest. He told us they
belonged to the 5th and 12th Army Corps, and that they had escaped from
the affair at Beaumont, where, having been several days short of
provisions and exhausted with hunger and fatigue, the French were
thoroughly routed. He said that they numbered about eighty, and were
accompanied by an officer whom I afterwards heard give the name of De
Failly, when challenged by the sentry. This was no other than the
General de Failly who, on that very day at Beaumont, was deprived of his
command for bad leadership, and superseded by De Wimpffen. In the rear
of this party of fugitives was a cartload of women and children. One of
the women told most pitifully how the Prussian shells had that morning
devastated their homes in the vicinity of Beaumont and Raucourt, and how
several parts of those villages were then in flames. These poor
creatures, numbed with cold and fright, gladly partook of the contents
of some of our flasks; and we were all pleased when, after half an
hour's parley with the peasant sentry, the drawbridge was let down and
they were admitted into the town.

I now returned to my quarters in the station, where I slept soundly
until I was awakened at break of day by Dr. Frank, who enjoined us to
get ready at once, so as to push on to the front. This was the morning
of the 31st August. At early dawn there was a thick fog, which, however,
soon cleared away, revealing to us the fact that we were not far from
the Prussian lines, and that they had actually during the night got full
possession of the range of hills commanding the station and the whole
town of Sedan. At times we could see distinctly numbers of Prussian
Uhlans appearing now and then, from behind woods and plantations, on the
heights of Marfée opposite us, and again disappearing, leaving us fully
convinced that there were more where those came from. A little later,
when the fog cleared off, we perceived in the opposite direction, at the
north-east side of the town, numbers of troops moving about. These we
found to be MacMahon's forces. Now we became conscious of how we really
stood. Our chief called us together, and with the stern manner and firm
voice of an old veteran said, "Gentlemen, by a combination of unforeseen
circumstances over which I had no control, we are now in the awkward
position of finding ourselves placed between the line of fire of two
armies. If they commence hostilities we are lost. It is therefore my
intention as promptly as possible to retreat behind the French lines."
Having said so much, he gave the order to move on. This we did across
some fields, which we traversed with ease; but presently we came upon
some heavy potato and turnip plots. Here our progress was necessarily
very slow, heavily-laden as we were, with our three waggons ploughing
through the soft furrows; and as we were not quite sure of the country
that lay between us and the army, our position was most unenviable.

Two of our party, Drs. May and Tilghman, went ahead upon horseback, one
of them carrying an ambulance flag. These two galloped along rather too
impetuously as it appeared, for they came unexpectedly upon the French
outposts, who, not knowing them to be friends, quickly fired a volley at
them. Having discovered who they were they did not repeat this salute.
It was just as our waggon horses had come to a standstill, being
completely exhausted from pulling and floundering in the soft ground,
that Drs. May and Tilghman returned at a gallop to inform us that the
Meuse lay between us and the main body of the army, and that there was
no bridge, or other means of crossing, without going round through the
town.

Just at this moment a courier came up in hot haste to say that, as the
Prussians had just been seen in the immediate vicinity, the gate of the
town would be immediately closed, and that the Military Commandant
required us at once to make good our retreat, and get in the rear of the
French army. We now saw that there was no alternative but to leave our
baggage, stores, and waggons just where they were, and to fly into the
town, which we did with all possible expedition, as from the position of
the enemy we expected every minute that an engagement would take place.
When we got inside the gates, two civilians volunteered, for a reward,
to recover the baggage and waggons, with May and Tilghman as their
leaders. These two gentlemen were veteran campaigners of the American
Confederate Army, as were also all the other Americans of our ambulance,
save Frank Hayden, who hailed from the North.

These not only brought back all our effects, but also a quantity of
potatoes which were found in the field where the waggons had been left,
and upon which we largely subsisted during the week following.

We now reported ourselves to the Intendant Militaire, who told us that
he had the night before received an order to have in readiness 1800 beds
for the use of the wounded. There was not a military surgeon in the
town, nor any medical stores or appliances save our own; and of civilian
doctors we never heard, nor were they _en évidence_.

The Intendant Militaire put all the beds which he had provided at our
disposal, and gave us full control over their disposition and
management.

Accordingly we took possession of the Caserne D'Asfeld, and made ready
for receiving the wounded. We also had our stores arranged so that
everything might be at hand when required.

It was while thus busily engaged, transporting our stores, and putting
things in their place ready for use, that I saw the Emperor Napoléon
slowly pacing up and down in front of the Sous-Préfecture, cigar in
mouth, with his hands behind his back and head bent, gazing vacantly at
the ground.

All that morning we had heard the distant booming of cannon, in the
southward direction of Carignan and Mouzon. As the day advanced the
cannonading came nearer, and grew more distinct, until it seemed to be
in the immediate neighbourhood of the town. At nightfall the firing
ceased, and we could perceive the glare of a distant village, in the
direction of Douzy, lighting up the darkness.

A brief sketch of the defences of Sedan, as well as an explanation of
the position in which our hospital stood with regard to the
fortifications, will not be out of place. The river Meuse, on the right
bank of which Sedan is situated, communicates by sluice-gates with two
deep trenches about thirty feet wide, separated from one another by a
high embankment. On opening these gates, the trenches and a vast expanse
of meadow land, extending nearly to Bazeilles and along the river beyond
it, had been flooded, and the city was thus defended by a double wet
ditch for about three-fourths of its circumference. All this lay
external to the stone-faced ramparts, upon which stood heavy siege-guns,
ostensibly to protect the town. They were, in fact, obsolete dummies.
Outside these, again, were high earthworks, faced by strong palisades of
spiked timber. At the summit of the north-east corner of the
fortifications, towering above the plateau of Floing, rose the
Citadel,--a huge, dark mass of mason-work and grassy slopes, which
seemed to frown over a series of steep cliffs upon the town beneath.
Above this stood our hospital of the Caserne D'Asfeld, called after a
French Marshal of Louis XIV.'s time. The Prussians afterwards knew it as
the "Kronwerk D'Asfeld". It was a fortress which had a drawbridge and
defences of its own. From these details we may judge what a stronghold
Sedan would prove, were it not for the range of hills opposite, called
the Heights of Marfée. But these command the town; and the Prussians had
been permitted to occupy them.

Now, as to the Caserne itself. Standing on the highest point of the
fortifications, about 100 feet above the Meuse, it might have seemed the
very position for a hospital. It was a two-storied bomb-proof building,
with a flat roof, 240 feet long, and contained nine large wards,
fifty-three feet by seventeen, and ten feet high, as well as four small
ones with twenty beds in each. There were two spacious windows in every
ward. The floors were concrete. On the fortifications outside were rows
of magnificent trees, which gave the grounds a picturesque appearance.
But in front, facing the town, there were no trees; and from this point
we had an unbroken view of Sedan and the valley of the Meuse, with the
hills opposite. The villages of Donchery, Frénois, and Wadelincourt were
all visible.

Six cannon commanded the outer breastworks, behind the buildings, and
two sallyports led out beneath the fortifications, on to the plains of
Floing. We heard from the wounded, as well as from other sources, that
the French were retreating on Sedan, and that the Prussians held the
left bank of the Meuse, and the valley and hills about it. The French,
on their side, occupied the Illy heights to the north of the town above
the plateau of Floing, the Bois de Garenne, and the east and south-east
plains, from Daigny and the valley of Givonne to Bazeilles. Hence, it
was evident, even at so early a date, that the French army had only the
strip of small country to the north and east of Sedan, between the right
bank of the Meuse and the Ardennes, by which to make good their retreat
on Mézières. And of this narrow space, the defile of St. Albert alone
was available for the passage of large bodies of soldiers.

The Prussian outposts were already in Vendresse and Donchery. Could they
succeed in moving further north before the French started, they might
cut off the retreat of the whole army.

The movements of the French in these straits had been extremely
perplexing to us. They must have known their situation, if not on the
29th, certainly on the 30th and 31st. Why, then, did they not keep to
the left bank of the Meuse, and seize the only available strong position
visible on that side--the Heights of Marfée, which they could have held,
and the possession of which would have covered their retreat along the
defile of St. Albert? Instead of doing so, they chose to fall back on
Sedan; a trap out of which no sane man, military or civilian, could,
under the circumstances, expect an army to free itself. These positions
were occupied by the Prussians at the earliest possible moment. But even
if the French could not have come up by the left bank of the Meuse,
they might, as late as the night of the 31st, have retreated by
Moncelle, the plain of Floing, and the right bank of the river. Thus, at
all events, they would have got clear of the enemy's heavy guns, which
assailed them from the hills in front; and would have had some chance of
meeting their foes on more equal terms. But they went to their
destruction like men in a dream.

Late that evening, several large batches of wounded came into the
Caserne. These kept us employed till after midnight, when we slipped out
and ascended the fortifications, that we might look once more at the
still blazing village, the name of which we had not then heard. Of
course it was Douzy. And now we perceived, by the innumerable camp-fires
gleaming around us on all sides, that we were close to the ill-fated
army, of which Marshal MacMahon held the command. To-morrow it would
cease to exist, and with it the Napoleonic Empire would come to an end.

[Illustration:

    BATTLE OF SEDAN
    Positions at Daybreak
    Sept^r. 1^{st}. 1870.

    French                      | Germans
    A _12^{th} Corps (Lebrun_)  | G _Prussian Guards_
    B _1^{st}    " (Ducrot)_    | S _Saxons_
    C _5^{th}    " (Wimpffen)_  | Bav. _Bavarians_
    D _7^{th}    " (Doucey)_    | W _Wurtembergers_
    E _Cavalry_                 |

    _London, John Murray, Albemarle Street._
    E. Weller]




CHAPTER IV.

THE FIRST OF SEPTEMBER, 1870.--EXPERIENCES AT THE CASERNE.--WOUNDED
HORSES.--THE FRENCH RETREAT BECOMES A STAMPEDE.--SOLDIERS DESPAIR.


Full of strange forebodings, I retired to the guard-room at the end of
the building which overlooked the town, where Père Bayonne, our
Dominican chaplain, Hewitt, and myself had our stretchers. Tired out, I
slept as soundly as if nothing had happened, or was to happen. But about
a quarter to five on the following morning,--that historic Thursday, the
1st of September,--Père Bayonne and I were aroused by the strange and
terrible sound of roaring cannon. We heard the shells whizzing
continually, and by-and-by the prolonged peals of the mitrailleuse. On
looking out, we saw a thick mist lying along the valley, and clinging
about the slopes of the hills in front of us. Presently it cleared away;
the morning became beautifully fine, and the sun shone forth with genial
warmth.

Immediately beneath us lay the town, with its double fortifications, and
its trenches filled by the Meuse, which seemed a silver thread winding
through a charmingly wooded and delightful country. The whole range of
hills which commanded the town was occupied by the Prussians; and we
could see their artillery and battalions in dark blue, with their spiked
helmets and their bayonets flashing in the sunlight.

Neither had we long to wait before 150 guns were, each in its turn,
belching out fire and smoke. For the first couple of hours the heaviest
part of the fighting was kept up from the left and further extremity of
this range of hills. But as the morning wore on, the guns immediately
opposite us opened fire, although the main body of the Prussians had not
yet come up the valley into view. The plains and hills to the north and
north-east of the town and immediately behind us were covered with
French troops, the nearest being a regiment of the Line, a Zouave
regiment, and a force of cuirassiers. It was magnificent to see the
bright helmets and breast-plates of the latter gleaming in the sun, as
they swept along from time to time, and took up fresh positions. I
watched them suddenly wheel and gallop at a headlong pace for some
hundred yards, then stop as they were making a second wheel, and tear up
to the edge of a wood on a piece of high ground, where they remained
motionless. A regiment of the Line then advanced, and opened fire across
them, down into the valley beneath the wood; while for twenty minutes a
hot counter-fire was kept up by a force of advancing Prussians, the
French still moving forward, and leaving plenty of work for us in their
rear. As the firing ceased, the cuirassiers, who had been up till then
motionless spectators of the scene, suddenly began to move, first at a
walk, then breaking into a trot, and, finally, having cleared the corner
of the wood, into full gallop. They dashed down the valley of Floing and
were quickly lost to our view. This was the beginning, as I afterwards
learned, of one of the most brilliant feats of the French arms during
that day. It has been graphically described by Dr. Russell, the war
correspondent of the _Times_. Beyond doubt, until noon, when all chance
of success vanished, the French fought bravely. I shall here instance
one out of many personal feats of valour, which came under our notice.

While I was assisting in dressing a wounded soldier, he told me the
following story, which was subsequently corroborated by one of his
officers who came to see him. This soldier was St. Aubin, of the Third
Chasseurs d'Afrique, concerning whom I shall have more to say by-and-by.
He was only twenty-three, and a tall, fair, handsome fellow. He had been
in action for seven hours, and had received a bayonet thrust through the
cheek. His horse was shot under him during the flight of the French
towards Sedan. Still undismayed, he provided himself with one of the
chassepots lying about, and falling in with a body of Marines, the best
men in the French army, he, in company with this gallant band, faced the
enemy again. Numbers of his companions fell; he himself got a bullet
through the right elbow. Promptly tearing his pocket handkerchief into
strips with his teeth, he tied up his wounds, and securing his wrist to
his belt, seized his sword, determined to fight on. Unfortunately, the
fragment of a shell struck him again, shattering the right shoulder. In
this plight he mounted a stray horse, and, as he told me, holding his
sword in his teeth, put spurs to his steed, and joined his companions at
Sedan, where he sank out of the saddle through sheer exhaustion and loss
of blood.

Early in the day vigorous fighting was going on outside the town, about
Balan and Bazeilles, and between us and the Belgian frontier. As early
as ten o'clock, it was evident that the Prussians were extending their
line of fire on both sides, with the ultimate object of hemming in the
French army, now being slowly forced back upon the town. By eleven
o'clock, the plains to the north and east between us and the Belgian
frontier were occupied by dense masses of the French; and at noon, the
Prussian artillery on the hills in front turned their fire over our
heads, on the French troops behind us. From this moment, we found
ourselves in the thick of the fight. Around us on every side raged a
fierce and bloody conflict. The Prussian guns in front, which had kept
up an intermittent fire since early morning, now seemed to act in
concert, and the roaring of cannon and whizzing of shells became
continuous. It was an appalling medley of sounds; and we could scarcely
hear one another speak.

During this murderous fire, we received into our hospital twenty-eight
officers of all grades (among them two colonels), and nearly 400 men of
all arms. Occasionally, one of the shells which were passing over us in
quick succession would fall short, striking, at one time, the roof of
our Hospital or the stone battlements in front, at another the
earthworks or a tree within the fort. One of these shells burst at the
main entrance, close to where I was at work, killing two _infirmiers_
and wounding a third,--the first two were, indeed, reduced to a mass of
charred flesh, a sight of unspeakable horror. A second shell burst close
to the window of the ward, in which Drs. MacCormac, Nicholl, Tilghman,
and May were operating, chipping off a fragment of the corner stone; a
third struck the coping wall of the fortification overhanging the town,
about twenty feet from our mess-room window; and a fragment entered, and
made a hole in the ceiling. The bomb-proof over our heads came in for a
shower of French mitrailleuse bullets, which so frightened our cook that
he upset a can of savoury horseflesh soup, which he had prepared for us.
But, to add to the danger, about half-past two a detachment of
artillery, bringing with them three brass nine-pounders, came into our
enclosure (for, as I have said, the guns supposed to be guarding our
fort were absolute dummies), and opened a hot fire on the enemy, in the
vain attempt to enable Ducrot's contingent to join De Wimpffen at Balan.
It was a brave and determined effort, but as futile as it was rash, for
it brought the Prussian fire down upon us; and in less than half an
hour, the French had to abandon their guns, which were soon dismantled,
while the trenches about them were filled with dead and wounded. At one
time, Dr. May and I counted on the plain a rank of eighty-five dead
horses, exclusive of the maimed. The sufferings of these poor brutes,
which were as a rule frightfully mutilated, seemed to call for pity
almost as much as those of the men themselves. For the men, if wounded
very badly, lay still, and their wants were quickly attended to; but the
horses, sometimes disembowelled, their limbs shattered, kept wildly
struggling and snorting beneath dismounted gun-carriages and upturned
ammunition waggons, until either a friendly revolver or death from
exhaustion put an end to their torment.

Everywhere on this plain, to the north of the town, there was now the
most hopeless confusion. The soldiers, utterly demoralised--more than
half of them without arms--were hugging the ramparts in dense masses,
seeking thus to escape the deadly fire directed on them by the advancing
Prussians. It was clear that the fortunes of the day were going against
the French; and if we ask the reason, some reply may be found in the
testimony of a Colonel, who told us, with sobs and tears, that for six
hours he had been under fire, and had received no orders from his
General. A little later on, about half-past three, an officer, carrying
the colours of his regiment, rushed into our Hospital in a state of the
wildest excitement, crying out that the French had lost, and entreating
Dr. May to hide his flag in one of our beds,--a request with which the
latter indignantly refused to comply.

About a quarter to four, although the din of battle was still raging, we
could see the white flag flying, and rumours of a truce were current.
The space round the Caserne D'Asfeld was at this time crowded with
troops; and a knot of them were wrangling for water about our well,
which, being worked only by a windlass and bucket, gave but a scanty
supply. The events that now followed have been described by the French
as an attempt on the part of Ducrot to get his forces through the town,
and out by the Balan gate, there to reinforce General Wimpffen, and
sustain his final attempt to break through the German lines. But what
really happened was this: The French, aware that the battle was lost,
had become panic-stricken, and getting completely out of the control of
their officers, their retreat on Sedan was, in plain truth, the stampede
of a thoroughly disorganised and routed army. It was a strange sight,
and by no means easy to picture. A huge and miscellaneous collection of
men, horses, and materials were jammed into a comparatively small space,
all in the utmost disorder and confusion. Soldiers of every
branch--cavalry, infantry, artillery--flung away their arms, or left
them at different places, in stacks four or five feet high. Heedless of
command, they made for the town by every available entrance. And I saw
French officers shedding tears at a spectacle, which no one who was not
in arms against them could witness without grief and shame.

A Colonel, who had carried his eagles with honour through the battles of
Wörth and Weissenburg, related how he had buried the standard of his
regiment, together with his own decorations, and burned his colours, to
save them from falling into the hands of the enemy. All these officers
had but one cry: "_Nous sommes trahis!_" openly declaring that the loss
of their country, and the dishonour of its arms, were due to the perfidy
and incompetence of their statesmen and generals. That some of these
allegations of treason were well founded is beyond question: the
universal incompetency we saw with our own eyes.

I observed one remarkable incident during this state of general
disorder. A regiment of Turcos came into our enclosure with their
officers, in perfect order, fully armed and accoutred. These
gaunt-looking fellows, fierce, bronzed, and of splendid physique, stood
stolid and silent, with their cloaks, hoods, and gaiters still
beautifully white. Watching for some minutes, I noticed a movement among
them, and they commenced a passionate discussion in their own tongue,
evidently on a subject of interest to them all. In another minute the
conclusion was manifest. Approaching the parapet in small parties, and
clubbing their rifles, they smashed off the stocks against the
stonework, and flung the pieces into the ditch beneath. In like manner
they disposed of their heavy pistols and side-arms. Then, having lighted
their cigarettes, they relapsed into a state of silent and dreamy
inactivity, in which not a word was spoken.

Along the roads leading to the gates of the town, more particularly
along the one beneath us, streamed a dense mass of soldiers belonging to
various regiments, with numbers of horses ridden chiefly by officers,
and some waggons, all bearing headlong down on the gates. As they passed
over the narrow bridges, literally in tens of thousands, packed close
together, some horses and a few men were pushed over the low parapet
into the river, and many of the fugitives were trodden under foot. At
length, between four and five P.M., the firing gradually slackened. For
some time it was still kept up, but in a desultory manner, towards
Balan. At half-past five it ceased altogether; and the sensation of
relief was indescribable.

The grounds about the Caserne D'Asfeld had, in the meanwhile, become
packed with runaway soldiers, whose first exploit was forcibly to enter
our kitchen and store-rooms, and plunder all they could lay hands on. Of
course, they were driven to these acts by the exigencies of the
situation. The blame for such excesses cannot but attach to that centre
of all corruption, the French Commissariat, which broke down that day as
it had done at every turn during the whole campaign. We had some wounded
men in the theatre, Place de Turenne, down in Sedan; but the streets and
squares were so densely crowded that it was with difficulty some of our
staff could make their way to them. All were now burning with anxiety to
know whether the French would surrender, or hostilities be resumed on
the morrow. A continuance of the struggle, as we felt, would mean that
some hundred and twenty thousand soldiers, and ourselves along with
them, were to be buried in the ruins of Sedan.

Our fears, however, were soon allayed. Before nightfall we heard that
the Emperor had opened negotiations with the German King, and that the
capitulation was certain.

At last darkness set in. The stillness of the night was unbroken, save
for a musical humming sound as if from a mighty hive of bees;--it was
the murmur of voices resounding from the hundred thousand men caged
within the beleaguered city. As we stood for a moment on the
battlements, sniffing the cool air, with which was still intermingled
the gruesome odour of the battlefield, how impressive a sight met our
gaze! Bazeilles was burning; its flames lit up the sky brilliantly, and
brought out into clear relief the hills and valleys for miles around;
they even threw a red glare over Sedan itself; while above the site of
the burning village there seemed to dance one great pillar of fire, from
which tongues shot out quivering and rocketing into the atmosphere, as
house after house burst into flames.

The number of Frenchmen wounded during those few hours of which I write,
is said to have been 12,500. Probably a third of that figure would
represent the number of Prussian casualties. As for our own ambulance,
during that day it afforded surgical aid to 100 officers and 524 men.
The number of those killed will never be known; all I can state is, that
in places the French were mown down before our eyes like grass. There is
a thicket on a lonely hill side, skirting the Bois de Garenne, within
rifleshot of the Caserne D'Asfeld, where six and thirty men fell close
together. There they were buried in one common grave; and few besides
myself remain to tell the tale.

Such is the story of Sedan as I beheld it, and as faithful a record as I
can give from my own experience, of that never-to-be-forgotten 1st of
September, 1870.




CHAPTER V.

THE BURNING OF BAZEILLES.--WORTHLESS FRENCH OFFICERS.--A WALK ABOUT
SEDAN.--IN THE VALLEY.


To our labours in the Hospitals I shall presently return. On the 31st,
Drs. Frank and Blewitt had established a branch hospital at Balan, and
during that day and 1st September, had rendered assistance, both there
and at Bazeilles, to those who were wounded in the street-fighting or
injured by the flames. Dr. Blewitt informed me that at one time, the
house in which they were treating a large number of wounded had its
windows and doors so riddled with bullets, that, in order to escape with
their lives, they had to lie down on the floor, and remain there until
the leaden shower was over. The French inhabitants also, he said, had
fired upon the Bavarians; they had set their bedding and furniture
alight, and thrown them out on the heads of the Germans, who were packed
close in the streets; and after the first repulse of the invaders,
several wounded Prussians had been barbarously butchered, some even
(horrible to relate) had had their throats cut with razors. This, it
was reported, had been the work of French women. On the other hand,
several of the native soldiers had been found propped up against the
walls in a sitting posture, with pipes and flowers in their mouths. Upon
retaking the village, when the Germans discovered what had been done,
they retaliated by shooting down and bayoneting all before them, nor in
some instances did the women and children escape this cruel fate. So
exasperated, indeed, were the Germans by the events of those two
dreadful hours on the 1st, that not a life did they spare, nor a house
did they leave intact, in that miserable town.

Such, in brief, was the history of Bazeilles. It is not a subject which
one can dwell upon. When, within a day or two later, I had occasion to
pass through it, and saw the still burning ruins which bore witness to
the awful deeds done on both sides, my heart sank. All that fire and
sword could wreak upon any town and its inhabitants was visible here;
and it is not too much to affirm that, so long as the name of Bazeilles
is remembered, a stain will rest on the memory of French and Germans,
both of whom contributed to its ruin.

On the 5th September Dr. Frank took possession of the Château Mouville,
which belonged to the Count de Fienne. It is situated between Balan and
Bazeilles, and was quickly filled with wounded from both places. But
for some time our ambulance was unable to get its waggons through the
streets, so impeded were they with the charred remains of the dead and
dying.

I have now described what I can vouch for, on the testimony of some of
my companions, as having occurred at these two places; and I will leave
my own account of what I saw myself in Bazeilles until a later occasion.

To go back to Sedan. As night drew near, the refugees outside the
Caserne lighted their fires, and put up their tents. Those who had no
tents rolled themselves in their cloaks, and lay down just where they
happened to be. All were overcome by fatigue, long marches, and want of
food and sleep; they seemed only too glad to rest anywhere, and to enjoy
a respite from the sufferings and hardships which during so many days
had weighed upon them.

The true story of these unhappy soldiers will never become known in
detail; and if it did, the public would hardly believe it. Many of them
started, as I heard from their own lips, with only two-thirds of the kit
they were booked as having received. In some instances their second pair
of boots were wanting; or, if not, the pair supplied had thick brown
paper soles covered with leather, and were often a misfit. The men, as
we read with perfect accuracy in _La Débâcle_, were marched and
countermarched to no purpose; they received contradictory orders; and I
learned from their statements, that neither general officers nor
subalterns knew whither they were going; and that one corps was
constantly getting foul of the other, simply from not being acquainted
with the map of the district in which they found themselves. More than
one declared to me that their officers were _officiers de salon;_ they
were _canaille_, said the men, who when under fire were the first to
seek shelter, and from their position of security to cry "_En avant, mes
braves!_" In fact, the common soldiers felt and expressed the heartiest
contempt for them. Of this I had abundant evidence. It was enough to see
how the rank and file came into the cafés and sat down beside the
officers of their own regiment, as I have seen them do, taking hardly
any notice of them, or deigning them only the lamest of salutes. On the
other hand, when officers came into a café (which they did upon every
possible occasion), the men would pretend not to see them. I have
observed, not once, but scores of times, captains of the Line, wearing
decorations, seated in taverns drinking beer and absinthe with the
common soldiers. They were as despicable in their familiarities as in
their want of courage; and who can be surprised if their men did not
respect them, or wonder that such leaders had no control over the
privates when in action?

As I mentioned before, we treated a number of officers of high grade
who were wounded on the 1st. They, in their turn, did not hesitate to
show how small was the confidence which they reposed in the grades above
them, by insisting that they had been sold and betrayed. They had
received no orders; and the generals of division had failed to make
their different marches in the appointed time, and to bring up their
commissariat, because their movements were hampered by the Emperor and
his staff, with their infinite baggage and useless attendants.
Statements such as these, together with what I witnessed myself,
convinced me in a very short time that it was not the soldiers of France
who were wanting in courage and endurance, but their officers who were
thoroughly incompetent, and their commissariat and whole military
organisation, which was rotten to the core.

But to my Hospital. As I walked around the building the sight was
picturesque and very human,--the camp fires showing all the ground
strewn beneath the great trees with jaded sleepers. Entering by one of
the doors, I stumbled against something, which turned out to be a
slumbering Turco. The fellow yelled out words quite unintelligible to
me, and rolled over, without giving himself any more trouble, out of my
way. The medical staff now retired, and attacked what bread, meat, and
soup had been saved from the depredators of our larder that morning;
after which we resumed work once more. We were kept at it the whole of
that night, the following day, and some hours of the night after that,
without intermission. During the whole of the next day we were engaged
in receiving and conveying wounded men from the cottages and farmsteads
scattered over the plains at Illy and Floing, all of which were crammed
with disabled combatants. My duty in the Caserne was to dress the
lightly wounded, and assist at the operation table until the afternoon,
when I was desired by our kind and considerate chief to take four hours
off duty, and get some sleep.

Instead, however, of taking this rest, which no doubt one required, I
sallied forth with F. Hayden on an expedition into the town, to the
Croix d'Or, where I had left something on the 31st, which I thought I
might recover. We found it hard to get out of our own enclosure; and
even on the steep path leading to the town, men were lying asleep, while
others roamed about in search of food. But when we got into Sedan, the
streets were thronged with soldiers. At several corners we stopped to
see men who were hacking and hewing the carcases of horses, which they
had just killed. Hungry crowds surrounded them, many of whom were
munching the lumps of raw meat, which they had secured, without waiting
to have it cooked; and in the Place de Turenne lay the bloody skeletons
of two horses, from which every particle of flesh had been cut away.
Here, as our cook, "nigger Charlie," assured me, was the source of my
morning's meal, which I had washed down with brandy, and thoroughly
relished. I may be pardoned for turning quickly from the revolting
scene.

Finding that it was impossible to proceed, we retraced our steps to the
Caserne, and, making our exit this time through one of the sallyports,
went over the scene, at least in part, of yesterday's battle.

It was a beautiful autumn evening, and the sun shone bright. Butterflies
flitted to and fro, and myriads of insects danced in the light as if for
a wager. Just as we were walking along the entrenchments outside, we
very nearly met with an inglorious end from a shower, not of bullets,
but of _pistols_, which came over the battlements, and continued falling
at intervals. On looking up, I perceived, standing on a projecting
angle, a stalwart Turco, who made signs that I should keep in close to
the parapet, which I did. This friendly fellow persuaded his comrades to
desist for a little, and thus enabled us to retreat.

On getting clear of the ramparts, we found ourselves north of the town,
with the Bois de Garenne crowning the heights in front, and the valley
of Floing sloping away to our left. But the plateau which yesterday
swarmed with a surging mass of soldiers in conflict with the enemy, and
upon which we had seen the Cuirassiers and Chasseurs d'Afrique, at the
sound of the trumpet, tear headlong in their mad career to death,--was
now hushed, and presented a field of such horrors as are not to be
described.

The burying parties had been hard at work for hours, but still the dead
lay scattered about on every side:--here singly, there in twos and
threes,--and again, in groups huddled together, which had been mown down
where they stood, by the same missile. Their features in some instances
were contorted and dreadful to behold,--some with portions of their
skulls and faces blown away, whilst what was left of their features
remained unchanged; others with their chests torn open and bowels
protruding; others, again, mangled and dismembered. The larger number
lay either on their backs or faces, without any apparent indication of
the nature of their death-wound. And some there were who had received
the first aid of surgical treatment, and died in the positions in which
they had been placed.

Lower down the valley the corpses in red and blue, and the ranks of dead
horses, the broken spears and sabres, and the bent scabbards, spoke
silently but forcibly of the fury of that historic encounter. When one
looked along the plain for about half a mile on each side, one saw that
now deserted battlefield strewn as far as the eye could reach with
guns, and ammunition, and upturned waggons. There were carriages, and
dead horses by the side of them; firearms of every kind, in places
stacked several feet high, and knapsacks innumerable; caps, helmets,
belts, plumes, shakos, spurs, and boots, and every description
imaginable of military accoutrements. We remarked, besides, all manner
of articles--sponges, brushes, letters, pocket-books, soldiers'
regimental books, band-music, tin boxes various in size, and showing the
most diverse contents, others empty and their former contents scattered
about; as also nets for hay, saddles, saddle-trappings, whips, bridles,
bits, drums, portions of band instruments, and, in fact, as many
descriptions of objects great and small as would furnish an immense
bazaar.

In one place I found a chassepot inverted together with a bayonet, set
at the head of a French soldier's grave, and a cavalry sword which lay
unsheathed beside its owner, who, still unburied, gazed vacantly in
front of him with a glassy stare, whilst the flies swarmed about his
half-opened mouth. The only indication of how he met his death was a
small patch of blood-stained earth beside him--not red, but tarry-black.
Near at hand, also, lay, covered with blood, a bit and bridle, without
anything to betoken how it came there.

The dismal monotony of the scene was relieved only by those little
mounds of fresh earth scattered here and there, which marked where the
bodies of the slain, varying from one to ten in each place of sepulture,
had been consigned. Burials were still going on before our eyes.

Over many of the graves were set up rustic crosses, made with two pieces
of wood tied together, or more frequently devices in arms.

Silent as the prospect lay in front of us, its mournful stillness was
occasionally broken by the neighing and scampering of bands of horses,
still uncaptured, which were wandering in a fruitless search for food
and water. As they looked wildly round with their nostrils
distended,--some with just sufficient trappings left to indicate the
military status of their former masters,--one could almost think that,
still unconquered, they sought their comrades and the fray.

In my ramble I passed through several gardens and orchards skirting the
Bois de Garenne. It was pitiful to see their condition. The trees were
utterly ruined, and their branches all broken; the flower beds were
ploughed up by the bursting of shells, and the houses had become mere
wrecks. Through some of them these missiles had made a clean breach.
Further on to the right, there had been a pretty little cemetery,
planted with yew trees, evergreens, and flowers, which had many small
monuments in marble and cut stone; but these, for the most part, were
broken or disfigured, and the iron railings and the shrubs around them
had been torn down.

As I walked through, I paused for a moment to look upon the two
graveyards,--the one with a history of centuries, judging from its many
ancient tombs,--the other of yesterday's making--its only monuments the
little mounds of fresh earth, over which, a few months hence, the green
corn of spring would be waving, to obliterate the record of to-day's
ghastly scene.

Hastening from this melancholy spot, I passed several burying parties.
The ceremonies which they used were rude and scant enough; for all they
did was to heave the body into the newly-made grave, and heap the earth
over it in silence.

Next we ascended the tree-crested height above the plateau of Floing,
where we had seen the cavalry massed on the morning before. We first
entered the wood. It was intersected by walks which led to an
observatory and a Château in the centre. Here, as everywhere else,
disorder reigned. One might easily have conceived that an army had been
annihilated in the act of preparing their toilet: for all things
belonging to a soldier, from his full-dress uniform to his linen and
boots, were scattered about in all directions. Rifles and arms of all
sorts were cast away in hundreds. The brushwood in many parts was very
thick; but even in the midst of almost impenetrable scrub we found arms
and accoutrements in abundance. More than once we came upon the corpses
of French soldiers, who lay as if asleep. They had probably dragged
themselves from the scene of carnage to this lonely spot, and there
expired, unmolested.

At one place in particular the underwood was so thick, that I had to
crouch down in order to get through it. My attention was drawn thither
by the signs of a path having been forced in that direction. A little
further in, I found an open space of a few yards square, which was now
occupied by a grave. It had no device upon it, except a cross scratched
in the red clay. Lying beside it, I found a piece of shell, a religious
picture, a prayer-book, and fragments of a uniform, which I still have
by me. I fancy some kind comrade had paid his friend a last tribute, by
giving him, as it were, a special burial in a place to himself.

In order to reach the building in the centre of the wood, I had to pass
through a little garden, whose only flowers seemed to be rows of
dahlias, of every colour and description. Among these the shells had
made havoc. In one bed, I remarked a deep hole where a shell had fallen,
and some of the plants had been lifted several feet away. In other
places, furrows of some yards in length were made by shot and shell, as
if a plough had worked intermittently here and there. Some were deep,
others just skimmed the surface and ran a zigzag course, as if a
gigantic animal had been turning up the ground with his muzzle. The
building, into which I made my way, seemed to be an observatory or
pavilion, belonging to the Château, which stood some distance behind.
Its doors and wood-work were riddled with bullets, and the roof was
blown away. There, curiously enough, a large quantity of music was
strewn about. Under cover of this wood, the Bois de Garenne, we had seen
the French massing their troops; and they had evidently been lying here
in ambush when the Prussians detected and shelled them, before the final
rout, during which they abandoned their arms and ammunition. Down the
slope of the hill, and in the bottom of the valley facing the Meuse,
dead men and horses, with groups of hastily-dug graves,--many of them
German,--and broken spears, and numbers of unsheathed cavalry swords,
told the same tale of a death struggle in which hundreds must have
perished.

Further along the valley, beside a lonely thicket, was a large mound
with a stake driven into it, and an inscription in German characters,
made with some material which looked like blacking, "Here lie thirty-six
men of the 5th corps". Who shall reckon the number of French dead in the
many graves adjacent?

As my time was up, I now hastened back to my post, feeling like one who
had awakened from a terrible nightmare. Yet I was much invigorated by
this expedition, so mournful in its circumstances, and went to work with
renewed energy.

On the evening of the 3rd, word was brought us that some of the wounded
lay in a bad way in a cottage outside Balan. Dr. MacCormac, accompanied
by Dr. Hewitt and myself, at once proceeded through the town and along
the high road, which we followed only for a short distance. Then we
struck out to the left until we arrived at a small wood, where certain
of the French troops were still encamped, but as prisoners.

The night was fine, and would have been pitch dark had not the camp
fires shone around numerous and bright. When we came to the house in
question, Dr. MacCormac performed several amputations, at which Hewitt
and I assisted. In a couple of hours we started again for home, but
being both hungry and thirsty, turned aside into a little cottage, where
we told the poor woman in occupation that we had been attending the
wounded, and had had nothing to eat all day. We were willing to pay for
anything she could give us. At first she looked at us sternly; but when
we told her on which side we had been engaged, she melted, and received
us with a welcome, which, if not effusive, was, under the circumstances,
cordial.

Out of her larder she offered us bread, and a quantity of what she
informed us was beef. We could not be particular; and it was not without
enjoyment that we made our doubtful, but much needed supper on her
viands. No further incident delayed our return to the Caserne D'Asfeld.




CHAPTER VI.

WORK IN THE HOSPITAL.--THE ISLE OF IGES.--MY ARAB HORSE.--PRISONERS SENT
INTO GERMANY.


I do not intend entering here into full details of our work during this
eventful period. But, to give unprofessional readers some idea of its
nature and extent, I may state, that after the battles of August 31st,
and 1st September, we had 72 amputations of upper and lower extremities,
the great majority of which operations were performed by Dr. MacCormac.
Besides these, there were scores of equal magnitude--ligatures of
arteries of the neck, arm, and thigh,--and a host of operations, which,
in comparison, are usually termed minor, most of which, especially when
very serious, were accomplished by the same skilful hand. After the
hurry and rush of the first few days, we adopted a general routine of
work, and divided the number of wounded equally among the staff of
surgeons and assistants. We were eighteen, all told. Dr. Marion Sims was
our head, Dr. MacCormac our chief operator, Dr. Webb our _comptable_,
and Mr. Harry Sims our storekeeper. As I stated before, Drs. Frank and
Blewitt managed a branch hospital in the Château Mouville, where they
rendered to the victims of fire, sword, shot, and shell, of bullet and
bayonet, the most signal assistance at the imminent peril of their
lives.

Thus for our three hundred and eighty wounded at the Caserne D'Asfeld we
had but twelve men, six being surgeons, and six assistants and
_sous-aides_; so that the number of wounded which fell to the share of
each surgeon and his assistant was sixty-three. Almost every case
occupying a bed in the hospital was of a serious nature, such as to
require much time and care in dressing it daily. But, besides, we had to
dress the lightly wounded who came to our hospital for inspection, and
who were quartered in the town wherever they could find room. The work
was simply enormous. We rose at six and breakfasted at half-past seven
upon horseflesh soup, or coffee and condensed milk (Mallow brand) with
musty bread, for our special supply of provisions was exhausted, and
neither bread nor beef could be obtained at any price. The duties to
which we then applied ourselves are easily imaginable; they included the
setting of fractures, extracting of bullets, ligaturing arteries,
resecting bones and joints, and assisting at the operation table. This
last was frequently my province. I was under Dr. May, an experienced
American surgeon, who, as I have mentioned earlier, had served in the
Confederate Army. No one could be more considerate. We worked most
agreeably together, and soon were the best of friends.

During the press of the first few days, we juniors had lots of bullets
to extract and plenty of minor surgery; for although we were not
supposed to perform any operation, yet under the strain of necessity we
could not but often neglect this otherwise wholesome arrangement. Every
day numberless operations were gone through, at which we assisted in
turn; and thus had what we sometimes thought more than enough of
practical surgery. I spare the reader details; yet only perhaps by such
ghastly touches as are here omitted, can the nature and ravages of war
be truly described.

At one o'clock the meal which we took resembled our breakfast, with the
addition of a little brandy; then we fell to work again, sometimes not
giving over until six, when we had supper, which was a repetition of our
other meals,--coffee or horseflesh soup, and sometimes horseflesh with
black bread and brandy. Then each took his turn of night duty. It was
very important to keep strict watch on the infirmarians, all soldiers
under the direction of a sergeant who remained in the guard-room when on
duty. We still owed allegiance to the French, and were nominally under
the Intendant Militaire, M. Bilotte. This gentleman paid us a daily
visit, and laid under requisition all the provisions he could get in the
neighbourhood, which was not much, considering that the presence of
200,000 men had involved the consumption of every particle of food in
the town and the surrounding villages.

Being junior member of the Ambulance Staff, I came first on night duty
and took my position on a stretcher in the guard-room, where it was all
I could do to keep myself awake. My eyes would close in spite of
resolution, and I sometimes awoke just in time to escape a reprimand
when Dr. Marion Sims came round at midnight to make his inspection. As a
veteran in the American War he kept the strictest discipline, and
occasionally made our blood run cold by a description of the penalties
inflicted during that lively time for the smallest dereliction of duty.
However, except that a dozen or so of poor sufferers required morphia to
tranquillise them, nothing occurred until the small hours of the
morning, when it struck me that some of the _infirmiers_ might be, like
myself, inclined to doze. Accordingly, I went round and looked them up.

All were stirring, except the infirmarians of wards 2 and 5, who were
stretched out, one on a bench, another on the ground, fast asleep. I
kicked them up to attention, and left them certainly more frightened
than hurt. On my reporting the matter, as I was bound, next morning, the
sleepy delinquents were put in the cells for twenty-four hours.

Later on, one of them had twice as much punishment for the same offence.
Poor fellows, I could not really blame them.

A source of disturbance during the night was the droves of loose horses,
principally Arabs, that kept neighing and pawing the pavement outside
the building, in their endeavour to reach the water which was stored in
buckets near the open windows. Every night, as their thirst increased,
they became more frantic; and during the daytime they came in dozens,
drawn by the scent of water, all the while kicking each other furiously.
Some had bridles, some mere fragments of their trappings, and the rest
had got quit of all their furniture. It was novel to see these chargers
careering about in demi-toilette. In a few days, however, all the
wounded animals, now become useless, were shot; the others were brought
together--chiefly by the sound of the trumpet, to which they quickly
answered--and were picketed in the valley beyond the Meuse and above
Donchery.

One morning Hayden and I made an expedition, and secured two of them.
Mine was a fine chestnut Arab, which I kept tied to a tree in our
enclosure, while one of my _infirmiers_ contrived to get fodder for him
outside the ramparts, in addition to what I could procure myself from
the ambulance stores. Mounted on our captures, Hayden and I used
occasionally to explore the country during our hours off duty.
Afterwards, when leaving Sedan, we turned them out again upon the
plains, where, doubtless, they enjoyed a short-lived freedom. Some of
the unsound horses, which the Prussians did not require, they sold for a
trifle to the inhabitants. I saw a remarkably useful pair of horses,
apparently sound and in good condition, which were sold by auction in
the Place de Turenne for twelve francs, that is to say, ten shillings
the pair. But we must bear in mind that, with a little vigilance, and by
evading the Prussian pickets, horses might then be had on the plains for
the trouble of catching them.

What had become, meanwhile, of the defeated and entrapped army of
prisoners? After much trouble, their officers had got together all that
remained of the regiments, and had sent in a return of their strength to
the Prussians. For three days our enclosure was not clear of them. One
afternoon, when the prisoners had been shut up into their Island "Park,"
the Isle d'Iges, Hayden and I paid them a visit. It was a melancholy
sight. That imposing army, which included the best soldiers of France,
had been marched ignominiously, though 85,000 strong, out of Sedan, and
penned like sheep in this island, formed by a bend in the Meuse. There
they were kept in view by Prussian sentinels and mounted pickets. We
passed the guard without difficulty, for there was no prohibition
against Red Cross medical men entering the camp. In addition to the
French rank and file, those officers who refused to take the parole were
confined upon the island. We saw them to be in a miserable plight, the
mud up to their ankles, and their clothing scanty and torn. Many had
lost everything and were wholly without kits. The rain, which had
succeeded to that brilliant sunshine of the 1st, had now been coming
down in torrents for twelve hours, and was drenching them to the skin;
for their tent-accommodation was altogether insufficient, and failed to
shelter them. Men and officers alike looked miserable.

This open-air prison, I have said, was formed partly by a bend of the
Meuse, and partly by a broad, deep, and impassable canal. Within such
narrow limits we observed the captives, who were walking up and down in
batches, trying to get a little warmth. Some endeavoured to light a
fire--no easy task with wet sticks--others were making coffee, or busied
themselves in cutting timber to throw on their smoking branches. Their
food was a scanty supply of bread and coffee, served out every two days;
and for this there was quite a scramble, which ended in many failing to
secure more than enough for a single meal. Thus they were condemned to
starve until the next supply was served out. We may well ask how such a
multitude could exist during those weary days, at the mercy of the
weather, and in a sea of filth. But many died, and the sufferings of
the rest were deplorable. These poor fellows told us that hundreds of
them were victims of dysentery, and begged us to give them such opiates
or astringents as we might have about us. Unfortunately, we could do but
little under the circumstances.

Whilst I was speaking with a knot of soldiers, my friend fell into
conversation with a captain of the line, M. le Marquis de ----, of the
4th Chasseurs d'Afrique. He, too, was suffering from the effects of wet
and exposure. Hayden, with that generosity for which he was remarkable,
promised to come the next day, and to bring all the medicine required.
In return, the captain pressed upon him a fine grey Arab, with bridle
and saddle, which Hayden accepted, but could not take away then, for the
guard would not have passed him out. However, when he came the day
after, with a plentiful supply of medicaments and brandy, he rode an old
grey _garron_ which he had picked up somewhere, and on his departure
went off with the captain's beautiful mount;--a change of steeds that
the Prussian did not trouble to remark.

Every day we saw from our quarters regiment after regiment bundled off
(there is no other word for it) into Germany. As we watched the whole
French army slouching away to the sound of Prussian music, I confess
that some of us had strong language on our lips and still stronger
feelings in our hearts at the shameful sight. We anathematised the
enemy, who now seemed to be pursuing their advantage so unrelentingly.

Yet, candour compels me to add, that when I looked at the Prussian
sentinels guarding our gates and pacing our ramparts, I could not help
admiring their stern, yet frank and honest countenances, and their
stalwart physique. A notable contrast, indeed, they presented to the
stunted, nervous-looking, and worn-out French soldiers, who, however, it
is only fair to add, were suffering from the effects of long exposure
and privation, and whom we had seen at their worst. Still, there was a
difference in the men themselves which no one with eyes in his head
could fail to observe. What was the explanation of it? He that can reply
to this question as the truth demands, and he alone, will explain why
the French campaigns of 1870 and 1871 were such a dismal series of
misfortunes. The break-down of the Commissariat, the peculation in high
quarters, the confused plans, and the military disorder must be ascribed
to causes which were long in action before the French entered on their
struggle with the Fatherland. I am convinced that those causes were
moral and intellectual; and that they still exist. The future of France
will depend on how the nation deals with them.




CHAPTER VII.

MORE WOUNDED.--SIGHTS AFTER THE BATTLE.--A COUNTRY RAMBLE.--HEAVY
HOSPITAL TASKS.--L'EAU DE ZOUAVE.


Every day Sedan became more and more crowded with the soldiers who were
hurt; and on the 12th we found ourselves so much pressed for room that
we had to put up thirty-six auxiliary tents, which, for this humane
purpose, we had stolen from the French.

The first contingent arrived from the neighbourhood of Bazeilles. When
they came in we saw that the poor fellows were in a bad way, many still
groaning from the pain of their wounds, which had been much increased by
their being jolted about in waggons, with only a scanty supply of straw
beneath them. Some had fractured limbs; others had undergone severe
surgical treatment, such as amputations; and these latter suffered
inexpressible torture.

All were craving for food and water, neither of which had been given to
them during many hours. Some, altogether exhausted, died on the night of
their arrival. One detachment of the sufferers had been allotted to Dr.
May and myself; and I heard from a soldier that he, and a number of his
companions, several of whom had lost their legs, were permitted to
remain on their backs upon a little straw for whole days, in a deserted
farmhouse outside Givonne. Their dressings had neither been removed nor
changed; they had had only water to drink, and a small quantity of musty
black bread to eat.

Another suffered from a terrible bed-sore, which arose in the same way.

But what was our surprise, when, on the following day, the Germans sent
us up from the town 130 French wounded, to make room for their own in
Sedan! They had them conveyed on stretchers; and, as it happened to be a
pouring wet day, the unhappy men arrived in their new quarters drenched
to the skin and shivering with cold, for many of them had nothing but a
light shoddy American blanket to cover them or their tarpaulin.

These new comers, the victims of neglect, exposure, and overcrowding,
became soon the victims also of fever, secondary hemorrhage, dysentery,
pyæmia, and hospital gangrene. It cannot be surprising that they died
every day by the dozen. One morning, in particular, I call to mind that
there had been fourteen deaths during the night.

Whether it was that the Germans had more wounded of their own than they
could conveniently attend to,--which I believe was the case,--and were
therefore unable to look after the French wounded, or that they were
unwilling to do so, I cannot tell, but I know, from personal
observation, that large numbers of French soldiers died from the neglect
which they had undergone previous to entering our hospitals.

I am aware that the Germans have been blamed, on more than one occasion,
for the fearfully neglected state of the French wounded in the districts
occupied by them. But I think the true explanation may be found, first
and foremost, in the great desire which the peasants had to convert
their houses into ambulances, outside of which they could hang the Red
Cross flag. Thereby, they exempted themselves from having the invaders
billeted on them. But also, it was owing to the reluctance which these
same peasants felt at parting with their wounded, which would have put
an end to their own immunity. Furthermore, we must take into our account
the undoubted fact that the Prussians were themselves anxious to leave
them with the inhabitants, and so get quit of the trouble which it
involved to transport and treat them surgically. Besides this, so great
was the dread which the French wounded experienced of being handled by
German doctors and taken to German hospitals, that, in many instances,
they persuaded their own people to conceal their presence as long as
possible. And, all through, we cannot but remember the appalling
disorganisation and incompetence of the French voluntary ambulances,
which were never to be found when wanted, and which when they did
appear, brought with them little or nothing that was necessary to make a
battlefield ambulance useful. They possessed no stores; they had few
willing hands or cool heads, and discipline was unknown to them.

I think it but right to add, that once the French were transmitted to a
German hospital, they invariably (as I can testify from experience) met
with the greatest kindness at the hands of the military surgeons, and
had all that science and good order could do for them.

During all this time we were virtually prisoners in the hands of the
Prussians, and they kept a regular guard upon our quarters, while
numerous sentries paced up and down the ramparts beside us, as we went
to and fro. Nevertheless, far from interfering in any way they gave us
help in every possible manner, and showed us the most marked deference.
But the sentries who, after nightfall, were placed every fifty yards in
the streets, were, at first, constantly challenging us, until they came
to recognise our uniform, and knew who we were.

An incident, which I ought not to pass over, occurred one evening as
Hayden and I rode out for an airing. We were going along the road which
led through the Prussian artillery camp outside Donchery, and we met a
carriage or landau, accompanied by a strong guard of Uhlans, in which
was a French officer, evidently wounded, for he lay on his back, propped
up on pillows. Another officer of rank sat beside him. We were informed
that the wounded prisoner was Marshal MacMahon, and that he was on his
way to Germany through Belgium; but I have found since that this could
not have been the case, for Marshal MacMahon was taken away early on the
day of Sedan itself. Next we trotted on to the cottage at Frénois,
where, a few days previously, the Emperor had met Count Bismarck. We
then rode to the Château Bellevue in which Napoléon had had his
interview with the King of Prussia and the capitulation was signed. Here
I was shown, and sat upon, the chair in which the fallen Emperor had
been seated. The pen and ink were shown us, also, with which, as it was
alleged, the articles had been written. But I felt by no means sure of
this and told my companion so. It was amusing to see his indignation,
and the vehement way in which he put down my scepticism, as detracting
from the interest of our pilgrimage.

Our next move was to inspect some of the enemy's positions on the
heights of Marfée. Here we could trace no débris of any kind,--a
sufficiently striking contrast to what we had observed on the other
side, where one might conceive that myriads of the French had come
together for a death struggle. Over many of the Prussian graves were
erected small improvised crosses, with the numbers of the dead marked in
black paint. Of these graves not a few were afterwards opened, and the
bodies buried deeper down; for they had been lying so close to the
surface that the odour became most offensive. The Prussians wisely got
their dead out of sight quickly, and buried them hastily, without caring
how imperfectly the work was executed at the time. This they did lest
the sight of the dead might have a demoralising effect upon the living.
As we took a zigzag course towards home, we passed close by the railway
station, and perceived that it was full of wounded men. The Salle
d'Attente and all the offices and rolling-stock had been converted into
ambulances. In many of the carriages the partitions had been removed, so
that they now presented the appearance of a hospital upon wheels.

The sight was interesting to me, for I had been one of the last who had
travelled in those carriages and alighted on that platform. As we passed
on we skirted the French camp, and scanned the remaining occupiers--now
reduced to a handful--of this plague-spot. And before returning, we
inspected the pontoon bridge which the Prussians had thrown across the
Meuse upon the evening of the 31st. I had never seen a bridge of the
kind, and was naturally struck with this wonderful result of an hour's
labour. By-and-by, fortune gave me an opportunity of seeing a still more
marvellous bridge of boats, constructed and destroyed on the Loire at
Orleans.

Next day, when I had finished my work, which consisted, as usual, of
dressing wounds of every conceivable description, I was despatched by
Dr. Sims to Dr. Frank at Bazeilles, in order to ascertain what
additional surgical material was required to carry on his hospital at
that place. Passing through the town, I noticed that the streets of
Sedan were no longer overflowing with French soldiers. They were filled
with Prussians, wearing that grave or stolid expression which marked
them out so clearly from their adversaries. All the shutters were up,
the doors closed, and not an inhabitant to be seen. One could imagine
that the town had been completely deserted before the hostile troops had
entered.

Such, however, was by no means the case. The inhabitants had shut
themselves up as a silent protest, and that their eyes might be relieved
from the spectacle of the invader rejoicing over his victory. For, true
it is that with a Frenchman, to be out of sight is to be out of mind. A
few days later came a decree from the German Commandant, obliging the
citizens to open their doors and shops, and to resume the ordinary
traffic.

I left the town by the Balan gate, stepped off the high road, which was
blocked with transport and Commissariat waggons, and took my way through
the fields. In this short journey of less than a mile, I unwittingly
stepped over many a grave, and was sometimes made unpleasantly aware of
the proximity of its occupant to the surface. Having arrived at my
destination, which was easily found,--for the château was an ancient
mansion, standing in the midst of fine woods and gardens, and had an
avenue leading from the village through a handsome entrance.--I
delivered my orders, and then looked round the hospital. It was airy,
clean, and commodious, was evidently worked on system, and not
overcrowded. In attention to this latter point, lies the secret of
success in a field hospital.

I was privately made aware of an interesting fact, that the pleasant old
man who went about dressed in a rustic costume, blue blouse, loose
trousers, and rough shoes, and made himself generally useful, was the
owner of this pretty place. He had adopted the disguise as a safeguard
against the Prussians, and in order to keep an eye on his property. From
time to time, he produced out of his secret stores wine of an old
vintage and corned meat,--both welcome delicacies during those days of
horseflesh soup and black bread.

Having done my errand, I walked through a plantation which communicated
by a wicket with the road leading to the village. More than a week had
elapsed since our attention was being drawn in the direction of
Bazeilles by those continued volleys of musketry, and the fearful
conflagration which had been so conspicuous in the darkness. Yet some of
the houses were smouldering as I passed through. One of our Ambulance
surgeons who had been present at the street-fighting, gave a vivid
description of the scenes enacted there under his own observation; but
to these I have already alluded, and I shall relate only what I saw.
Here it was that the dead lay in such heaps that they had to be cleared
away before the cavalry could pass. Now all were decently buried, except
such as lay beneath the burning ruins, and of these, people said, there
were numbers. As the weather was again very close, the odour was in some
places most disagreeably perceptible. Strewn about was débris of every
kind; arms, accoutrements, broken furniture and household effects,
portions of bedding, and shreds of women's and children's clothing. I
pulled at one piece of a garment which was visible through the débris of
a ruined house, and fancied that its wearer was lying only a few inches
beneath. It was a child, so far as I could judge from the dress. That
thought made me hurry away from the spot with a feeling of sickness.
Before its downfall, Bazeilles had been a pretty little town, each
house having its own trees and garden; but now, with the exception of a
few flowers and shrubs at the Mairie, all had been destroyed. There were
statues and vases still standing in their place; but not a single thing
which could lead one to suppose that, a few days previously, this heap
of ruins had been a thriving village, its streets lined with comfortable
houses, and its people flourishing.

The village church, standing in the centre of the Square, was a total
wreck. On entering, I perceived that here, too, the shells had done
their work effectively; for the altar seemed as if it had been struck
and shivered to pieces by a mighty hammer. The stone font set in the
wall was broken to bits, the glass hung in cones from the windows. I
have kept some of these as memorials to this day. Among the rubbish of
the altar and tabernacle, I came upon a piece of shell,--the same, no
doubt, that wrecked the sanctuary. This I have also preserved.

For some time I wandered about the deserted streets, taking in the sad
sight. So fierce had been the conflagration that the trees were burned
down to the bare trunks. On turning a corner, I espied at the top of the
street, facing me, a man with a portfolio and easel in front of him,
hard at work sketching the ruins. As I approached he gave me a searching
look, and resumed his work. Later on he came up to the Hospital, and I
found he was an artist on the staff of the _Illustrated London News._
In that paper I saw afterwards the sketch he was taking; and a very
excellent one I judge it to be.

On the way back to my quarters I saw a crowd of children at a convent
door, from the steps of which two nuns were distributing bread from a
large basket. These children, I was informed, were some of the innocents
who had fled with their mothers from the burning village. It made my
heart ache to see the eagerness with which these half-famished little
creatures snatched at and began to devour the bread. And now as I slowly
trudged up the steep path which led to our Hospital, I could not but
reflect how terrible a curse is war, and what a very faint idea he will
have of it who has not seen the detestable thing face to face.

Our Hospital work, hitherto very heavy indeed, was now increased by our
thirty-six tents. All were filled with wounded; and we should soon have
overtasked our strength, but for the timely assistance which the English
Society lent us. About the 11th September, Drs. A. O. Mackellar,
Sherwell, Beck and Warren, and two dressers, accompanied by two English
nursing Sisters--Miss Pearson and Miss McLoughlin--arrived, the former
from Metz, the latter from London. They brought a supply of Mallow
condensed milk and potted beef--a welcome supplement to black coffee
and horseflesh soup. Up to this we had quite forgotten the outer world;
and we knew little of the great events which had passed, and were
passing, outside our own limited experience.

Some days previous to being thus reinforced, several of us were attacked
by intestinal disorders, from which I, among the number, suffered
severely. In a few days, the origin of this malady was accounted for.
The body of a Zouave, in a state of semi-decomposition, was drawn out of
the well which alone supplied the Hospital.

His presence there was discovered by the bumping of the bucket against
something soft, when a grappling iron was let down and brought up the
dead body.... This poor fellow had, we supposed, been wounded slightly
on the 1st; and, during that night, or the night after, had dragged
himself to the edge of the well, and had fallen in, probably owing to
his efforts to procure some relief from his thirst. There was no other
way of accounting for his presence. Dr. MacCormac christened this well
"L'Eau de Zouave". I resolved never again to complain of the coarse and
scanty fare upon which we subsisted; but my blood curdled at the thought
that this unsavoury and deadly beverage, in the shape of a cold infusion
of Zouave and brandy, had for some days past been my chief drink. Such
is war!

The weather, which had been fine and warm since we left Paris, had now
become wet and stormy. In spite of all we could do, the misery and
wretchedness of the wounded under canvas was beyond description. For the
rain came through the tents and soaked their scanty bedding. I occupied
a small tent in the middle of the others; and to give some notion of the
weather, I may mention that one night, when I had taken off nearly all
my clothes (by no means a usual, or always possible, proceeding) and had
got between the blankets, being stretched on a straw mattress, I awoke
to find myself in the open air, with the rain and wind beating fiercely
upon me. The tent had been swept away by a gust of wind. I started out
of bed, and, standing in the dark, up to my ankles in mud, drenched, and
not half-dressed, called to the Hospital guard. One of them brought a
lantern, and guided me to the main building close by, where I found some
dry clothes, and made up a bed with a few benches in the mess-room. With
the help of a tumbler of brandy and hot water, and a dose of chlorodyne,
I had an excellent night's rest in my new quarters.

But this bad weather, exposure, and overcrowding--all things beyond our
control--brought disaster into our camp. Pyæmia and secondary hemorrhage
showed themselves everywhere. All our secondary operations died, and I
regret to say that their places were immediately filled up by the
Germans, who turned all the French wounded that they could out of the
principal buildings of the town, and sent them up to us, in order to
make room for their own. Though the position of the tents was changed,
and disinfectants used as far as possible, numbers of these new invalids
had been hardly with us a couple of days when they were seized by the
same infection. The Hospital had become a centre of the plague, and
threatened to be a death-trap to all who should be sent thither.




CHAPTER VIII.

TWO THOUSAND PATIENTS.--NIGGER CHARLIE.--LOUIS ST. AUBIN, CHASSEUR
D'AFRIQUE.--THE BOY PEYEN.--GUNS CAPTURED IN THE TOWN.


THE number of wounded in the care of our Ambulance was at this time,
roughly speaking, about 500. There were 218 in the Caserne; each of the
thirty-three tents held 4 patients, and Dr. Frank had in his Hospital
150 Bavarians. This will make the total given above a fairly accurate
estimate. During and after the battles of the 31st August, and the 1st
September, the number of men whose wounds we dressed and attended to,
without receiving them into the Hospital, was calculated by us at about
2000. Nor can this be thought excessive, when, within rifle range around
us, there were of French wounded alone, over 12,500.

A further insight into the magnitude of our labours may be gained from
the fact that in our Hospital at Sedan we had a total of 436 primary
operations,--152 for injuries of the upper, and 284 for injuries of the
lower extremities. Another interesting fact worth recording is, that
during the battles about Sedan, not a single case of wound by a
mitrailleuse bullet was met with by any member of our staff.

Dr. Marion Sims assured us that the hardships we endured, and the amount
of work we actually got through, went beyond the limits of his varied
experience. To enter at length into details would, besides involving
obscure technicalities, be tedious to the general reader. I will confine
myself to a brief account of our Staff and General Management, and
select from my observations a few interesting cases. I have named the
original members of our Ambulance, and those who had recently joined us.
Nor must I forget Père Bayonne, the Dominican Friar, who was a general
favourite, and untiring in his efforts to deal with the religious wants
of the dying soldiers--no easy task among Frenchmen. Neither ought I to
omit M. Monod, our Protestant chaplain, a quiet, gentlemanly man, who
moved noiselessly about, and slipped little pamphlets with stories of
the usual type, and sheets of paper with Bible-texts printed on them,
into the patients' beds as he went along.

But I have yet to mention, at such length as he deserves, one of the
most notable characters in our Ambulance, our _chef de cuisine_ and
stud-groom, "Nigger Charlie". He was coal-black, and he and his
forefathers had been Virginian slaves in Dr. Pratt's family. When the
slaves were enfranchised, and slavery abolished, Charlie came to Paris
with his master, whose family were ruined by the emancipation, for all
their wealth had consisted in their slaves. At Paris, Charlie served Dr.
Pratt faithfully for years; indeed, he often told me that he loved his
master more dearly than his life. Dr. Pratt, on the other hand, knew and
said that in spite of his undoubted devotion, Charlie would sometimes
steal his money and pawn his plate, after which he would take to his
heels, coming back only when all he had gained in this unrighteous
fashion was spent. But, though chastised not too leniently with the
whip, nothing would induce him to run away for good. It was, in fact,
impossible to get rid of him.

When, therefore, the negro heard that his master had joined the
Ambulance, although he had a good salary as courier in an American Bank
in Paris, he packed up his traps, and, without saying a word, landed
himself into the train by which we arrived at Sedan. He was a wonderful
cook, and knew how to serve up horseflesh soup and steaks so as to defy
detection. He was also a wit of quite a brilliant type, a great rider
and judge of horses, and as a liar beat all records. But his most
decided characteristics were hatred of the Yankee, contempt for black
men, and a chivalrous devotion to white women. I had many a pleasant
chat with him. His descriptions of slave life in Virginia, as he said it
went on in nine cases out of ten, and of the happiness of their
domestic situation and surroundings, were extremely vivid and even
touching. I presume he was, at any rate, a true witness in his own
behalf.

Now, as to the exact nature of our Hospital work and its results. It is
to me a constant subject of regret that our knowledge of the antiseptic
treatment and drainage of wounds was then only in its beginning.
Although lint and _charpie_ dressings were used, saturated with carbolic
solution, yet covered as they were with oiled silk and a bandage, their
effect was spoiled. Neither was any serious attempt made to render the
instruments, operating table, and surroundings of the patients, aseptic.
Hence the high rate of mortality which ensued. Startling, in fact, as
the statement may appear, I am convinced that if we had refrained from
performing a single secondary operation at Sedan, our results would have
turned out far better.

There was associated with every individual in this great host of
patients an interesting story,--how, when, and where did they receive
their wounds? And among the number some cases could not fail to be
exceptionally romantic or affecting. The sketch I have already given of
Louis St. Aubin's adventures,--that brave Chasseur d'Afrique who was
thrice wounded on the 1st,--may be taken as an instance; and I will now
add what happened in the sequel.

St. Aubin came into the Hospital under Dr. May's care and mine. Two days
afterwards, Dr. MacCormac performed resection of both his joints. But so
afraid was Louis that advantage might be taken of his induced sleep to
amputate his arm (a mutilation to which the poor fellow would in no case
submit) that he refused utterly to be put under chloroform. Throughout
the operation, which was of necessity a protracted one, he bore up with
amazing courage. When the bones had to be sawn through, he clenched his
teeth on the fold of a sheet, and, except to give utterance to a few
stifled groans, neither flinched nor moved a muscle. His powers of
endurance were wonderful. Day after day I attended at this brave
fellow's bedside, and he and I became much attached to one another. I
took him little delicacies when I could procure them, and I was
determined not to let him die if I could help it. Dr. MacCormac visited
him very often; but he was quite jealous of allowing any one but Dr. May
or myself to dress his wounds.

For some time he went on favourably,--a progress which I observed with
pleasure; but then fell back so much that we almost despaired. At this
time his sufferings were intense; and I had much to do to keep him in
bed. One day he implored of me to put him altogether out of his pain; I
expostulated with him as firmly as I could, and pointed out how unmanly
it was to use such language, whatever he might be enduring; when he
said, with an agonising earnestness, "Tell me, doctor, is it possible
that Christ suffered as much as I am suffering now?" I answered, "Your
pain is as nothing to His," and he calmed down and went through his
agony in silence.

Happily, it was not long until he became better; and when in course of
time, I was obliged to leave with the Ambulance and go to the front, he
was rapidly recovering. Our parting was sorrowful, for I honoured and
loved the noble spirit of that dauntless soldier. He begged for my
address in Ireland, that he might write to me; and he has done so
several times. I subjoin the translation of one of his letters sent to
me while he was in Hospital after I had left Sedan.

    "SEDAN, Oct. 10th, 1870.
    "Monsieur le Docteur,

    "I do not wish to delay any longer before giving you an account
    of myself, and once more expressing my gratitude for the
    interest you have taken and the care you have lavished on me.
    What am I to tell you about my wound? It is slow in healing, and
    since your departure, I have had to undergo treatment very
    different from yours; but I have not given up the hope of a
    complete recovery, although I suffer a good deal, and am obliged
    to stay in bed.

    "I should be very happy if I could see you at my bedside, M. le
    Docteur. In spite of the pains taken with me, I feel your going
    away; you were so kind and patient. Shall I ever see you again,
    and thank you with my own lips? I hope so with all my heart. I
    will never forget you.

    "Please accept, with the expression of my deepest gratitude, my
    entire devotion.

    "LOUIS ST. AUBIN.

    "I take the liberty of sending you my address, and I hope you
    will do me the honour of letting me hear from you. Thanks to the
    kindness of M. de Montagnac, I shall receive your letter
    direct."

The address given was that gentleman's, at Bouillon.

I insert this touching note, less on account of the generous
acknowledgment which Louis St. Aubin makes to his doctor, than to show
what fine qualities were in him, and how gracefully his French courtesy
enabled him to express himself. Indeed, when his Colonel came to see the
lad, he declared that Louis was the best and bravest soldier in his
troop, and that he did not know what fear was.

Another young fellow, quite a boy, Peyen of the 50th Regiment of the
Line, had been shot through the wrist, and Dr. May considered that
amputation was necessary. He was a bright young fellow, with a beaming
countenance and a twinkle in his eye; and when I came to let him know
our determination, and take him to the operation ward, I found him
smoking a cigar. Not a bit dismayed, he got out of bed, slipped on his
trousers, and tripped briskly up the cloister, smoking his cigar all the
while, until he mounted the operation table. His arm was amputated; but
when he recovered from the chloroform state, he declined to go back to
bed until he saw his comrade's leg cut off. "I want," said Peyen, "to
tell him how it was done." This might be an incident in _Le Conscrit_ of
MM. Erckmann-Chatrian.

He quietly smoked another cigar which I procured for him, and
attentively watched every step of the operation; after which, he and his
companion returned to their ward together.

Peyen wrote me a letter, which I still possess, and will here append, to
show me how well he could write with his left hand. Nothing but a
facsimile could do justice to the quaint and brave caligraphy of this
letter, which I am sorry not to reproduce in the original. It read
pretty much as follows:--

    "AT SEDAN, September 18th, 1870.

    "On the 4th of August, took place the Battle of Bixembourg
    (_sic_) from 9 in the morning till 9 at night. The _division
    Douai_, composed of about 8000 men, too weak to resist an enemy
    six times their number, was forced to beat a retreat to Hagenau.
    In this sad engagement General Douai was killed at the head of
    his Division. The battle was won by the Prussians,--that is
    true, but the honour remains with France, the Division having
    stood against 60,000 men all that day, and having even prevented
    them for five hours from ascending the slope of Bixembourg.

    (Signed) "PEYEN, LOUIS,
    "Ever your devoted servant.
    "To M. le Docteur of Ward No. 5."

This plucky young fellow recovered without a single bad symptom. But,
alas! it was not so with a vast number of our other patients; for, about
the 14th, many of them were in a bad way, and nearly all our staff
complained of not feeling well. Dr. Sims noticed one day that the work
was telling on me, and ordered me off duty, sending me out for a walk.

Accordingly, I went into the town, and saw the French guns which had now
been stored in the Park, or exercise ground for the troops during times
of peace. I never shall forget that sight. There were 400 pieces of
artillery of all sizes, including 70 mitrailleuses packed close
together. The question suggested itself, Would an army of 100,000
Englishmen, with this amount of guns and ammunition, submit to lay down
their arms and skulk into Germany? Could any combination of
circumstances make such a thing possible? I do not believe it. An
officer on duty about the place kindly took me through the Park, and
showed me the working of the mitrailleuse, as well as a number of heavy
cannon. He warned me against picking up unburst shells, for they had
been known to explode as long as seventeen days after being fired--a
statement which I thought unlikely.

Standing beside this plateau was a large building which belonged to the
Nuns of the Assumption, and in which a sister of mine, who is in that
Order, had until recently been living. I paid them a visit and the
Mother Superior received me cordially, telling me of their labours on
behalf of the wounded, and pointing out where a shell had struck one of
the doors leading into the garden. There was also a round hole in
another door, as clean cut by a bullet as if it had been done with a
punch.

The refectory of these good Sisters was now made the operation room; and
many of the lightly wounded were limping on crutches up and down the
cloisters, their faces beaming with contentment, as well they might, for
the Nuns were indefatigable in attending to their wants. Having bidden
adieu to the amiable Superior, I directed my steps to the Place de
Turenne. Here the church, theatre, public schools, and extensive
buildings of the cloth and silk factories in the Rue Marqua, were
crowded with invalids, as was every second house in the town. All these
showed the Red Cross flag--under Prussian management, and I looked into
some of them, thinking that the Church especially, was an uncanny sight
when turned into a hospital and full of the wounded.

I now passed on through the town, and out by the Torcy Gate, and so home
again. It was four days before I was allowed another ramble, as Dr. May
had a slight attack of blood poisoning, and his work was given to me.
Most of our _infirmiers_ had been drawn by the Prussians. Those that
remained were French ambulance men; and, if we except three, were
altogether ignorant, lazy, and good-for-nothing fellows. They had
received no technical training; and the task, therefore, which devolved
upon me taxed the energies of mind and body.

Some of our patients were wounded in three, four, five, and, in one
instance, in six places, which made the dressing of their wounds a
tedious affair. I had also to dress ten or a dozen amputated limbs. At
one time I had in my charge eighteen of these, a couple of resections,
no end of flesh wounds from bullet and shell, numerous fractures--most
of them compound ones--and all varieties of lacerations and contusions.
About this time there were some forty secondary operations, in all of
which conservative surgery had been tried; but owing to the overcrowded
state and vitiated atmosphere of the Hospital, these patients nearly all
succumbed. From the commencement our lightly wounded men were removed as
soon as possible, and sent to some French or Belgian Military Hospital.
The result was that, after a few days, we had none in our care but the
severely wounded. I cannot conclude without mentioning the kind way in
which Dr. Marion Sims dealt with me. Nor shall I ever cease to recall
with gratitude, his invariable consideration for one so much younger
than himself and wholly without experience.




CHAPTER IX.

SUSPICIOUS PRUSSIANS.--THE ILLUSTRIOUS STROMEYER.--OPEN-AIR
TREATMENT.--NEUTRALITY BECOMES DIFFICULT.--DR. SIMS LEAVES US.--UNDER
ARREST.--FAREWELL TO SEDAN.


I forgot to mention a curious story told me by a French soldier, who had
a bullet wound through his arm. To account for it, he said that it had
been received from the pistol of a Prussian horseman, to whom he was in
the act of handing a piece of bread, which the fellow had asked of him.
Could this be true? It seems to me incredible, and, for the honour of
our common humanity, I hope was false.

A strange encounter which one of our new arrivals, Dr. Warren, had with
two Prussian sentinels caused some excitement, and not a little
amusement, among the rest of us. Dr. Warren was returning after dark,
with some arms that he had secured as trophies, and secreted a few days
previously. When he was passing beneath the ramparts a sentinel from
above halted him, and challenged him to give the word. Dr. Warren, who
could then neither speak nor understand French or German, shouted and
made such explanations as he could in English, which it is needless to
observe the sentinel did not comprehend. How unsatisfactory they were to
him our friend was quickly convinced, by the sentry raising his rifle
and firing at his head. He heard the bullet hit the bank close beside
him, and, as it was dusk, the flash revealed two other sentries on their
beat near by, one of whom followed suit; but luckily with no better
success.

A yet more extraordinary method of assault was now resorted to by a
third, who, being conscious, no doubt, of his incompetence as a
marksman, began to hurl large stones over the ramparts at our stranger.
Thus far, Dr. Warren had been standing petrified with astonishment, but
now realising his position he made up his mind to run, which he did at
the utmost speed, for he expected every second to feel a bullet through
him, the only doubt being where he would get hit. He escaped, and the
whole affair was reported to the Prussian commandant. This officer had
two of the sentinels mildly reproved for their excess of zeal, and the
hurler punished in that he had adopted an unsoldierly method of attack.
Dr. Scott suggested to me that this last man must have been by descent
from Tipperary.

Misadventures were in the air just then; for, a morning or two
afterwards, Drs. Parker and Marcus Beck happened to ignite some
cartridges which were lying on the ground near the Hospital, and thereby
caused an explosion. The guard turned out, arrested our two heroes, and
took them before the commandant, who, upon receiving their explanation,
set them at liberty. As time wore on, our relations with the Teutons
became more and more friendly. At first they had looked upon us with
distrust; but, when they found that our organisation was thoroughly
international, that we were independent of the French, and our staff and
management as complete and efficient as they proved, the invaders seemed
to take unusual interest in us. Their surgeons came in numbers to the
Hospital, where, of course, they met with all civility; and we, on our
side, had nothing of which to complain.

Not only so. Their surgeon-general, the great Stromeyer, condescended to
inspect our hospital, and complimenting the Chief on its details and
management, invited him to visit his own Ambulance at Floing. Dr.
MacCormac did so, and was highly pleased with all he saw. The success of
the Prussian surgical operations was very striking. It contrasted most
favourably with our results; but this depended, in great measure, on the
Floing Hospital having been a temporary structure, consisting of
improvised shanties, boarded all round in such a way that the sides
could be opened at will in louvre fashion, so that, weather permitting,
the patients were treated practically in the open air, yet without
subjecting them to chill or exposure. I conceive that this was the
explanation of their low death-rate, for the surgical methods of
procedure were identical with our own. And I may anticipate here a
remark which my experience at Orleans afterwards confirmed, _viz._, that
such open-air treatment is the only effective protection against
blood-poisoning.

This was the first introductory step to our transition from the French
to the German side, but the change was slow and gradual. Hints, indeed,
were constantly thrown out that our services would be well received, if
we followed on in the track of their army. At first we firmly asserted
our neutrality. But we were made to understand that the attitude we had
assumed was impracticable; we must make up our minds to be on one side
or the other. These warnings did much to determine the line of action
upon which we finally resolved. Our movements were also influenced by
the fact that while, as regarded the majority of our staff, our
sympathies were undoubtedly French, yet later on, when we came in
contact with the Prussians, and got to know them thoroughly, the
admiration with which we started for the other side was very much cooled
down. We looked on the belligerents with less prejudiced eyes, and, in
the long run, had no decided leaning one way or another.

In a few days from the time of which I have spoken above, Dr. May was
sufficiently well to resume duty. There was a fresh addition to our
staff in the person of Dr. Sherwell, and our duties becoming less
laborious, suffered us at length to breathe. We could now go down
frequently in the evening, for an hour, either to the Hôtel de la Croix
d'Or, or to a first-rate café in the Rue Napoléon, where it was possible
to enjoy a smoke or a drink, and a game of billiards upon a table
without pockets. This was a great recreation, and I found it did one
good after the labours of the day. There we met the French officers who
were on parole, and not a little surprise did we feel to see them smoke,
drink, and crack jokes as if the capitulation of Sedan were ancient
history. There also we came across the surgeons and assistants of the
Prussian Military Hospitals, many of whom knew French fairly well, and
not a few spoke English. We, however, had to be back again by nine
o'clock, before our drawbridge was taken up; for the standing order had
been issued that any one found in the streets after that hour was liable
to be shot.

On one occasion I happened to be returning with a fellow "Chip," who,
after the labours of the day, had partaken rather too freely of "bock"
and "cognac de café". With no small difficulty I had induced him to
start, and we found the streets dotted with sentries on night-duty.
Hence, every few minutes we were halted, and made to advance until their
bayonets almost touched our shirt-fronts. This would not have made me
nervous, had not my friend, who was a good deal more noisy since he
tasted the open air, objected to being stopped by the sentries in so
rude a fashion. He declined, in short, to account for himself. Fearing
unpleasant consequences, I came forward on the approach of every sentry
and gave the name of our corps, specifying our quarters, and adding
gently, "Mein Freund hat zu viel bock getrunken". They invariably met
the palaver with a laugh, and let us pass on, for some of them knew who
we were. One fellow, either a little more inquisitive than the rest, or
else not recognising our uniforms, put us through a regular examination,
upon which my companion began to speak roughly, and even made a clutch
at his rifle. Fortunately, the sentinel perceived what was the matter,
and was willing to let him pass; but my man wouldn't stir an inch. Here
was a predicament! As he could speak a little German, he used his
knowledge to abuse the good-natured sentry, and when he had come to the
end of his vocabulary, began again in French (of which language he was
perfect master), winding up at last in English. The soldier presented
his rifle, I daresay with the intention of frightening my comrade; and
I thought it time to seize him by the collar and get him along by main
force. Thus we arrived within regulation distance of the gates of the
Citadel.

The bridges were up, and the sentry on duty refused to let us advance
any further. By this time my friend had quieted down, and was beginning
to realise his position; for here we had to wait fully half an hour
while the sentry was hailing the others, who in their turn hailed some
more, and so on, until the officer of the watch came on the scene. His
business was to call out the guard, when, after much shouting,
shuffling, and shouldering of arms, the drawbridge was let down and we
were admitted. I was glad enough to get my obstreperous friend safely
landed within. It was a parlous incident, though my friend's drollery
and witty _sotto voce_ remarks--for he was not really overcome by the
"bock" to the extent of intoxication--have often made me laugh heartily
since.

I have thus brought my readers to the middle of our third week at Sedan;
and it was with feelings of sincere regret that we now bade adieu to Dr.
Marion Sims, who, in so short a space of time, had won the regard of
every member of our staff. He appointed in his place Drs. Frank and
MacCormac as co-surgeons in chief--Dr. Frank for the Balan and Bazeilles
division of our Ambulance, Dr. MacCormac for Sedan.

As our work was growing gradually less, we now had time for a ride
nearly every afternoon. There was one in particular which I enjoyed
much, and often took in company with my friend Hayden. It was from Sedan
to Bouillon, conveying or bringing back the post. This was the only
channel through which we could receive letters from home. Bouillon, as
is well known, is a very picturesque town, about six miles from the
frontier, and twelve from Sedan. The road thither goes through Balan,
Givet, and Givonne, over hills and dales, and through a finely wooded
country, partly lying in the Forest of Ardennes, from which there
stretches a vast succession of woods for twenty or thirty miles. As we
near our destination the road winds circuitously, and turns at last into
the Valley of Bouillon. When I saw it, the autumn colours were all
abroad, and no prospect could be more enchanting. There, beneath us,
nestling amid the foliage, now rich and golden, which clothed its hills,
lay in the noonday sun, the ancient town of Bouillon, through which a
rapid and boiling river, the Somme, flowed over a rocky bed, and was
leaping and dancing round one huge boulder, above which rose the
ivy-mantled turrets of Godfrey's once mighty fortress. The steep and
grassy slopes seemed to come down sheer to the water's edge. It was a
place of sunshine, quiet and secure; and, at first sight, one would have
thought it inaccessible.

I may mention that it was in this little expedition, when passing by
Givonne, that I espied, lying on his side and basking at full length in
the sun, a beautiful black and tan hound, identical in appearance with
the old breed of Kerry beagles. My companion was amused that I could
feel excited about Kerry beagles. But I had my reasons, and I asked the
owner of the house to whom the dog might belong. He replied that it was
the property of a Marquis in the Ardennes, who kept a pack for hunting
deer and wild boars, and he added that probably such a dog would not be
sold under 500 francs. The "Black and Tans" are an old-established pack
in my neighbourhood, with which I have long had very close associations;
and it made my blood run faster to be reminded of them in the
neighbourhood of the Forest of Ardennes, which for the world at large
has other memories, less personal, if more poetic.

Having arrived at our destination, and delivered and received our
letters, we had a good dinner and a smoke. None of my readers can know
the pleasure of a good dinner if they have not lived in a situation like
that which was then allotted to us. We went to see the old castle, with
its corridors hewn out of the solid rock, and its manhole in the parapet
leaning over the river, from which highwaymen and robbers--if not others
less guilty--were hurled into the waters beneath. Lingering about the
place for hours after we ought to have started, the evening came on so
quickly that we shirked the long journey in the dark. We thought it
better to stay the night at Bouillon, and take our chance of getting off
a reprimand by means of this explanation.

At first light next morning we started, but on arriving at the Hospital,
Dr. May, without asking why we had come after time, informed us from the
chief that we must consider ourselves as under arrest until further
notice. This was not exactly pleasant. But we had our work to do, and
there can be no doubt that the strict discipline kept in our Ambulance
was what made it so successful.

Many members of the French Hospital staff, whom I met here and
elsewhere, assured me that jealousy and want of discipline among them
were potent causes of their failure; their supply of material--which was
generally very short--in some cases outlasting the final disruption.

I had one other most interesting expedition, to the Château Bellevue and
along by the hills where the Prussians established their heavy guns on
the First. It commanded the whole valley, and as we looked down upon the
Plateau of Floing, the Bois de Garenne, the slopes of Givonne, and our
hospital standing on its huge embankment above the ramparts of Sedan
between them and us, the only wonder was that a single man of us
remained alive.

It was now time to think of a fresh field for our labours. Dr. Parker
and I were deputed to visit Arlon, a town in Belgium about thirty-five
miles distant, to consult with Capt. H. Brackenbury, who was secretary
to the English Aid Society on the Continent. We made the journey in a
two-horse open carriage by way of Bouillon in about ten hours; and with
such charming scenery, and in agreeable companionship, the journey could
not fail to prove delightful.

On the next day, Sunday, we had an interview with Brackenbury's
secretary, for he was not at home himself; and we then started off again
for Sedan before there was a soul in the streets, so that my
recollections of Arlon do not amount to a great deal.

On our return the staff held a meeting, at which Dr. MacCormac gave in
his resignation as chief in favour of Dr. Pratt (son-in-law to Marion
Sims), who succeeded him. Dr. MacCormac was engaged, as we knew, to
deliver an inaugural address at the Queen's College, Belfast, about the
middle of October; and his pupil, Scott, accompanied him on his
departure. As Dr. Nicholl also wished to return to America, it was
arranged that Wyman and Hewitt should continue with Dr. Frank for some
time before we disbanded, for the Hospital at Bazeilles had to be wound
up with our own. The following members were then selected to proceed to
the front,--our new chief, Dr. Pratt, and Drs. May, Tilghman, Mackellar,
Parker, Warren, Hayden, Sherwell, Wallace, Wombwell, Adams, and myself.
These formed the staff. With us went, of course, Nigger Charlie, and a
Turco named Jean. This Turco had received a bullet in the back at Metz,
during an effort (which proved successful) to get water from a well
which was guarded by a Prussian picket, who had already bowled over four
or five others intent on the same enterprise.

The 4th of October, which was the day appointed for starting, arrived.
We said good-bye to the few patients now remaining, who were to be taken
over by Dr. Frank. Among them was my friend Louis St. Aubin. The poor
fellow on taking leave of me, in his weak state, sobbed like a child,
and I felt equally grieved at having to part from him. We bade farewell
to Dr. MacCormac with much regret; and then the drawbridge was let down,
Dr. Pratt gave the word to start, and the Anglo-American Ambulance made
its exit from the Caserne, slowly wending its way down the rugged path,
_en route_ for Paris.

The first chapter in my experience of a military Hospital, and of the
battlefield, was closed.




CHAPTER X.

RISKY TRAVELLING.--AT BRUSSELS.--FRENCH AMBULANCE BREAKS DOWN
COMPLETELY.--WE START AGAIN FOR PARIS.


Dr. Pratt was of opinion that, if the Germans did not require our
services, they might perhaps allow us to get into Paris, where, as it
was rumoured, medical men were scarce. With this object in view, we had
determined to go round by Belgium, and now made for Bouillon, the
nearest frontier town. It was a lovely evening when we arrived. As we
came near the custom-house--"_la Douane_," the meaning of which I now
understood--we were in a state of trepidation lest, on the waggons being
overhauled, our trophies of Sedan should be discovered and taken from
us. For my part, I had hidden my chassepot, pistol, sword, and lance-top
from the Plain of Floing, securely beneath some sacks of corn. But the
officers allowed us to pass with only a formal scrutiny. As it was late,
we stayed that night in Bouillon at the hotel. All our baggage, waggons,
horses, and infirmarians were quartered in the old Castle yard; and,
having given my horse to the groom to be picketed (for I had turned my
grey Arab loose again on the plains of Sedan), I joined Hayden, and went
down into the town to look for quarters. When we had secured them, we
dined very comfortably at our hotel with the rest of the staff. This was
the first meal we had enjoyed for many weeks in a neighbourhood free
from war's alarms, and we found it pleasant.

After a sound night's rest we arose at three, and had our horses and men
together at the appointed time, which was an hour later. But more time
elapsed before all was ready, and it was quite five when marching orders
were given. We reached Libramont after a pleasant five hours' journey
through a pretty and very interesting country. Here all our staff, with
the exception of Hayden and myself, took the fast train to Brussels.

We two had been told off to stay in charge of the _infirmiers_, waggons,
horses, and stores, which we were to take on to Brussels in the evening,
by luggage-train. This was a heavy task, and occupied nearly all the
afternoon. Moreover, we had to get our ten horses fed, watered, cleaned,
and boxed, which was far from easy, considering that few of the
_infirmiers_ knew anything about the management of horses, while their
boxing and conveyance by train were quite beyond them. Here my
experience of boxing horses for the world-renowned Fair of Cahirmee,
near Buttevant, stood me in very good stead. Three of our waggons were
heavily laden with stores and corn, and required a truck each for
themselves. The fourth was a light covered fourgon which contained our
personal luggage, and in this we resolved to travel up to Brussels.

Having dined on mutton and fruit in a clean little inn near the station,
at 7·30 P.M. we started, comfortably stretched out at the bottom of our
fourgon, and covered up in rugs and coats. The night wore on, and we
were suddenly aroused from our slumbers by feeling the movement of our
waggon upon the truck, which latter was only a sand train. As we went
along, the line became more and more uneven; our van rolled several
times backwards and forwards, and was kind enough also to sway from side
to side in a most uncomfortable manner. I crept out and found its
moorings loose. The night was dark and misty, and we had no light, nor
the means of getting one; and, as the wheels of the fourgon were high,
and the edges of the truck low, while the motion of the train was very
rough, we thought it would be dangerous to try our hand at putting the
concern straight. We discussed our chances of being pitched overboard;
but concluded that the risk was small, although the jolting and swaying
from time to time vexed us not a little. However, at one in the morning,
we found ourselves at Namur, and were told we should have to stay there
four hours.

Accordingly, leaving men, horses, and waggons at the station, my friend
and I strolled into the town. It was a beautiful moonlight night. After
some wandering we saw a gleam in one of the restaurants, and roused up
the landlady, who kindly gave us some hot coffee and braised mutton.
Thus fortified we settled down in a couple of arm-chairs, and slept for
some hours. At half-past four we took our places again in the waggon;
but not until we had seen it firmly secured.

We arrived in Brussels at 10 A.M., having been _en route_ more than
fourteen hours. When we alighted we were in a sad plight,--sleepy,
hungry, and disreputable-looking, bearing upon us all the marks of the
hardships which we had gone through since entering on the campaign. Not
many minutes after our arrival, Dr. Pratt came up, and expressed his
satisfaction that orders had been carried out punctually. There was a
conveyance waiting, he said, to take us to the Hôtel de France; and
there we should find breakfast and comfortable quarters ready.

After the wear and tear of the last couple of months, one may fancy our
joy at this sudden return to the comforts, and even the luxuries, of
civilised life. No longer the din of armed men on the march, or going to
their exercises; no longer sentries at every step; no longer the
streets thronged with military! Yet, the sight of an occasional French
officer limping about on crutches, or with his arm in a sling, reminded
us that the seat of war was not far distant. When breakfast was over, we
turned in and slept until evening. Then, with some others of the staff,
and certain friends of Dr. May's who had fled from Paris, we took a box
at the Circus, and enjoyed ourselves thoroughly.

Next day it was our business to report to Captain Brackenbury. After
filling up forms, answering questions, and submitting to a deal of red
tape, we were handed our pay up to date and a month in advance.

Here we learned that the French Society, under whose patronage we had
started from Paris, was now disorganised, and had stopped supplies. Not
only were its funds exhausted, but its Ambulances had failed to render
efficient service on the field of battle. Although we had now joined the
English Society, and, in consequence, were associated also with the
Prussians, it was a graceful act on the part of the Vice-President of
the French Association to make his acknowledgments, as he did, for the
assistance which we had given to his countrymen in our Hospitals around
Sedan.

At noon on the 8th of October, we received orders to hold ourselves in
readiness; and great excitement arose when it was noised abroad that the
Prussians had cut the line between Lille and Brussels. Thus, we might
have to go round by London, in order to reach Paris. We ascertained,
however, that the line had not yet been injured, although the enemy had
come into its immediate neighbourhood near the town of Lille.

In the evening, therefore, we quitted Brussels by train, taking with us
stores, waggons, and horses. The journey to Lille was a short one, and
from thence we travelled by Douai and Arras to Amiens, where we halted
for a few hours to eat and sleep until the next train set out for Rouen.
At daybreak we resumed our expedition, and as we entered Normandy the
whole aspect of the country, which had been hitherto flat and
monotonous, changed for the better. The red-brick houses, some tiled,
some thatched, reminded me a little of villages I had remarked in my
journey from London to Holyhead; but here most of the houses had timber
built into them, which made them more quaint and picturesque.




CHAPTER XI.

AT ROUEN.--ON THE ROAD TO PARIS.--IN THE WOODS AMONG THE
FRANCS-TIREURS.--TAKEN FOR SPIES.--A REFUGEE FENIAN.--TO MANTES.


We arrived in Rouen at four o'clock in the afternoon of the 9th, and
found the town full of Gardes Mobiles, who were marching about in
civilian dress, but armed to the teeth.

Our few hours of sight-seeing next day were not long in coming to an
end; but on going to the Railway Terminus, we heard that a telegram had
just been received, saying that the Prussians had torn up the line to
Paris, and we could travel no further.

However, in a couple of hours, we succeeded in chartering an
engine,--four waggons and a carriage--in which we determined to proceed
as far as we could. Our advance, when we had started, was so slow and
deliberate that we felt sure our conductors were only waiting to pull up
at the first opportunity, and jump off the train as soon as they saw
danger ahead. After going no faster than a horse could have trotted for
two hours or so, we came to a dead stop at a little country village
called St. Pierre. Beyond this point our guard and driver stoutly
refused to carry us; and, as it was now late, we thought well to stay
there for the night. We occupied the village inn and a private house
close by. As we had orders to start at daybreak, we were up betimes next
morning. I went out as soon as it was light, and took a stroll through
the village, in which many of the houses seemed to have been deserted.
On inquiry, I found that, since the first intelligence, a few days back,
that the Prussians were coming, the owners of these houses had packed up
their moveables and gone north, leaving their dwellings to take care of
themselves. The situation of St. Pierre, overlooking the Seine, was
pretty enough. On the heights above stood its quaint little church,
built of flint-stone, and as black as coal in appearance. I went inside,
and saw that it was unadorned, but scrupulously clean.

In another hour we were on our journey again, this time by road. We took
the _route Impériale_ through the valley beside the river, and it would
be difficult to do justice in description to the varied and picturesque
scenes that came repeatedly into view, along the many miles which we
pursued of its winding course.

About midday we gained Gaillon, where we halted to refresh our horses
and ourselves. Gaillon is a large village, with a refreshing air of
comfort and cleanliness about it, and has a broad central street, lined
on each side with handsome trees. Having rested a couple of hours we
pushed on for Vernon, which was, perhaps, some ten miles distant,--a
long journey, during which we had to accommodate our pace to the jaded
horses with their heavy-laden waggons. Our way took us through vast
orchards, and, from an elevation at one part of the road, we could see
nothing for miles round us but fruit trees. But as we were now in
constant expectation of meeting the Prussian outposts, our Chief picked
out Hayden and myself, being the lightest and keenest horsemen in the
party, and sent us ahead, my friend to reconnoitre on one side of the
road, and I upon the other.

For a long while not a soul did we meet, and Dr. Pratt came to the
conclusion that Vernon was unoccupied, whether by the French or the
Prussians, as had been the case at St. Pierre. Believing that it was so,
Hayden and myself received orders to push on thither, and report our
approach at the Mairie, where we must secure the necessary accommodation
during the night for all our party.

With these commands we started, I on a mare of Dr. Pratt's, which we had
got from the Prussians at Sedan, and Hayden upon a black belonging to
Dr. May. As evening came on, it grew so dark that we could hardly see a
few yards in front of us. On we went gaily for some miles, chatting
unconcernedly on various topics, until our road entered a thick and
gloomy wood, with high forest trees towering up on each side. The
darkness was now such that we could not see one another. It was
necessary to slacken rein, and let our horses go at a slow walk, lest
they might leave the road and get us into unexpected trouble.

My friend here remarked to me cheerfully what a helpless condition we
were in, should any accident happen to us, or supposing we fell in with
the French outposts. The words, which echoed through the woods (for he
was speaking at the top of his voice, and it was a still night), had
hardly passed his lips, when suddenly we heard, first a rustling, and
then the sound of voices; shouts were raised on every side of us; and
through the brushwood in all directions we could hear men crashing
headlong towards the place where we stood entrapped.

We held our ground, for to attempt escape was certain death. We should
have received a volley before we had gone many yards.

The challenge now came to us on all sides in French, "_Qui vive?_" We
replied, "_Deux officiers de l'Ambulance Anglo-Américaine_".

They seemed not to be satisfied, and challenged us twice, finally
shouting, as if we were half a mile away, though but a few short paces
from them, "Advance, two officers of the Anglo-American ambulance,
twenty paces, and halt!"

We had no time to obey, for, in a moment, we were surrounded by armed
men. One seized my wrists and another my horse's rein. In a moment a
lantern was produced, wherewith having examined us and found that we
were unarmed, they let go their hold, but roughly hustled us out of our
saddles.

We watched these men, whom we knew by their uniforms to be
Francs-Tireurs, as they carefully examined our horses by the light of
their lanterns. All this time Hayden and I were kept apart, and, on my
attempting to speak to him, I was told that if I did so, I should be
shot straightway.

By a dim light, which some one held behind me, I discovered that I was
standing in a circle of these irregulars with bayonets set. This was the
less assuring that we had heard much of their lawlessness, and in what
fashion they dealt with those who fell into their hands. I now made a
motion towards the breast pocket of my tunic, to get my official papers,
when a musket was pointed at me and I was told not to move. Having held
a council of war over the horses, some of the men now came up and
informed their comrades that they had at last caught two Prussian spies.
For they had discovered, on my mare's flank, the Prussian brand, and,
moreover, we spoke French with a German accent; while our uniforms also
were not French but Prussian. When they had come to this conclusion, I
need hardly say that the treatment we received was not the most
courteous. They cursed and swore at us, and flourished their bayonets
about as if they had been walking-sticks. They marched us along
separately, often threatening that if we stirred or spoke, except by
their direction, they would shoot us. Two of these brigands (for they
were nothing else) marched behind me, two in front, and as many on each
side with fixed bayonets, as if I were likely to overpower them unless
guarded by the whole eight. Even when I put my hands into my trousers
pockets, the flourish of a bayonet near my stomach (from a fellow whom I
discovered to be more than half drunk) compelled me to take them out
again.

What distance we marched before arriving at Vernon we could not even
guess, so much upset and, I must acknowledge, so daunted were we at the
possible fate in store for us. We knew too well that these ruffians were
capable at any moment of hanging us from the nearest tree. Indeed,
before we entered the town, I came to the conclusion that several of the
band were under the influence of drink. I believe there was quite as
much risk of our being shot accidentally as on purpose. They appeared to
have no officer among them; nor could any of them, I suspect, so much as
read or write. They would be admirable judges, therefore, all
considered, of the difference in speaking French between the Prussian
and any other foreign accent!

We must have tramped some three or four miles, when we got into the
town; and there it was an advantage to have even these drunken bullies
as our escort, for crowds gathered in the streets as we passed along,
and taking us to be Prussian spies, stared and scowled fiercely--some
even menacing us with clenched fists. Had not our captors guarded their
prey jealously, I am confident that we should have had a rough handling
from the populace.

When we were taken into the principal barrack, I supposed that we should
be allowed to see the officer of the guard, to whom we could show our
papers, and then pass out. But nothing of the kind; the officer of the
guard was not to be found. He had gone into town to dine with the
Commandant of the place. We were put in the lock-up at the rear of the
guard room, with two sentries over us. Our courage now returned, and we
opened fire at the fellows on guard. Hayden, who spoke French fluently,
gave them his mind concerning the Francs-Tireurs individually, and the
whole French Army collectively, in such scathing language that they must
have thought we were most certainly Prussians. I, not being of so
excitable a temper as my friend, gave them to understand that such an
exhibition of military ignorance and _gaucherie_ as we had witnessed
that night would have been impossible anywhere but in France; and I
think with good reason.

We had been in the lock-up for about an hour, when the officer of the
guard appeared and examined our papers. These he forwarded to the
Commandant Militaire, who inspected them once more, and immediately
ordered our release.

The Commandant came down himself to apologise for the manner in which we
had been treated, and added the information that the Francs-Tireurs were
_canaille_, who had neither military status nor any organisation. But he
assured us, as we did not need telling, that it was a mercy we had not
been shot by them.

We were never in a thorough passion until now. My companion repeated his
strong language, and shook his fist at this gentleman; but he, measuring
the situation like a true Frenchman, became very civil and declined the
contest. After that, I begged him to overlook anything discourteous that
had been said in the heat of provocation; and our interview ended by his
ordering two gendarmes to escort us to the Mairie. We had just time to
secure the requisite quarters when our corps arrived.

I need hardly say how concerned our friends were about this ugly
incident, or how great was their satisfaction at our having escaped a
fate which had befallen others at the hands of this undisciplined but
armed rabble. It is a matter of history that the Francs-Tireurs showed
no respect even for the property of their own countrymen; and we must
not be surprised if they were relentless towards any of the invaders
whose ill luck it was to fall in with their companies. They reminded me
a good deal of what I had read about Italian brigands, whom it is
certain they resembled. And their very existence, in such a province as
Normandy, was a striking proof that France had sunk into the utmost
disorder. The Empire had perished; the Republic, established on the 4th
September, was struggling feebly for its life.

Another incident of a different nature, but of considerable interest to
me, occurred next morning, just as we were on the point of continuing
our journey.

I was standing outside my quarters ready to march, when I noticed a
smart-looking, well-dressed young man, more like an American than a
Frenchman, eyeing me at a little distance off.

There was something about him that excited my curiosity. As he
approached rather timidly, I smiled, and said, to relieve his
embarrassment, "You are not a Frenchman, I presume?" upon which his
hesitation disappeared, and, in unmistakable Tipperary accent, he
exclaimed, "No, indeed, Mr. Ryan. I'd make the queer Frenchman, born
and reared as I was in the parish of Cullen, and educated near your
father's place in the Street of Kilteely, by Mr. William Lundon."

As the speaker had uttered all this in one breath, my amazement was
considerable. Suddenly, and under such circumstances, to meet a man at
Vernon who came from the village of Kilteely, and was acquainted with
me, gave me, so to call it, a shock; and I stared at him for some
seconds without speaking. The new-comer went on to inform me that his
name was Timothy Nihil; that he was an enforced exile from his native
land; and that, at the time of the Fenian rising in 1867, he had been
the leader of that party which attacked and fired on the Glenbane Police
Barracks, near Cullen. He was, in consequence, obliged to flee the
country. He had come over to this place, and, being a man of some
education and intelligence, had found a situation as Professor of
English in the Pension of Vernon; which appointment, he told me, was
worth nearly £100 a year to him.

Timothy Nihil had been brought up in the National school; and, indeed,
went through his classics, as he had said, under Mr. William Lundon, a
teacher of great ability in his own line. To him, perhaps, it was owing
that my Fenian had a very polished address. Poor fellow! his face
lighted up with pleasure when he spoke of "the Old Country"; and when,
in answer to his inquiries about different friends, I told him all I
knew, he beamed with delight. Rebel though he had been, he was yet a
fellow-countryman; and as such I gave him the hand of friendship, and
could not but sympathise with him in his exile. With tears in his eyes,
he repeated that he could never go back to Ireland again.

He was particular in asking about my brother John, for whom he had from
his earliest youth a warm affection; neither did he forget the Black and
Tan hounds at home, in which I have already expressed my own interest.
When he had walked out of the town with me a couple of miles we parted,
after an earnest request that I would give his people news about him on
my return, which I did very gladly. During our conversation not a little
amusement was caused among the party by an English officer, Captain
F----, of the Carbineers, who, when he heard that my new acquaintance
had been a Fenian, became much excited, and was with difficulty kept
from laying hands on Nihil. I explained, however, under what
circumstances he had spoken to me, and the Captain cooled down. His
strong feeling against these men was in itself not unreasonable, as he
had been on active service in Ireland during the winter months of 1867,
and had commanded a flying squadron there.

During these four days of our journey to Paris, the weather continued
very fine, and our walking tour through so pleasant a country was most
enjoyable. Sometimes we chatted with the peasant folk who crossed our
footsteps; and I am bound to say that, in these districts, numbers of
those with whom we talked were loud in praise both of the Emperor and
the Empire. "Look," they often said, "at our beautiful roads,--the
_route Impériale_, for instance, between Rouen and Paris--look at our
towns and villages, with their magnificently wooded streets, and their
public buildings and monuments; look at the fine bridges and aqueducts
which you see all round! Whom have we to thank for these things but the
Emperor? Who has given work to the millions of the labouring class
throughout France? Who has made Paris one of the most beautiful cities
of the world, and the Capital of Europe? Who ruled France when she was
the most rich and prosperous of nations, with a trade and commerce more
extensive than ever before?" Such were the facts on which these humble
people became eloquent. Were they altogether in the wrong? Let others
decide.

The country between Vernon and Mantes is very hilly, and some parts of
the road were rendered almost impassable by the deep trenches which the
French had cut across them to hinder the German progress. Strangely
enough, although they went to such great trouble to destroy the road,
they yet left a narrow causeway, over which a waggon might pass, with a
few inches to spare. Afterwards, round about Orleans, I saw this
business of making the roads difficult for the enemy, much more
cunningly contrived, as I shall relate in its place.




CHAPTER XII.

A TOWN CAPTURED BY FIVE UHLANS.--MANTES TO VERSAILLES.--WE ARE ANNEXED
BY THE GERMANS.--GENERAL SHERIDAN AND NIGGER CHARLIE.--SOUTHERN EXILES.


Our horses being fatigued from the long journeys and heavy roads, we
made but slow progress. On coming to Mantes we put up for the night at
the Hôtel de France. This famous town is a wonder of cleanliness, with
streets as tidy as they are kept in Holland, and not a disagreeable nook
anywhere. Much consternation had been caused the day before, by five
Uhlans coming into the market-place with a train of waggons, and
carrying off all the corn and fodder they wanted for the troops about
Versailles. After they had satisfied these demands, the Uhlans proceeded
to set the station house on fire, as also to saw down the telegraph
posts and cut the wires. "What pluck these five must have had!" will be
the reader's exclamation. "Imagine such a force riding through a
populous town and carrying away with them half the produce of the
market, while the people looked on and never dreamt of molesting them!"

But the feat was not so daring, after all. Every one knew that, if the
inhabitants had interfered with these Uhlans, the place would have been
visited the day after, and reduced to ashes. Such was the punishment
inflicted upon whole villages of innocent and peaceable inhabitants,
sometimes in revenge of what had been done by a few individuals. I shall
give, by-and-by, a proclamation which was posted up on the walls of
Orleans, describing such an execution, and threatening to repeat the
like under similar circumstances.

Here it was that Pratt, who was anxious to get a vehicle in which most
of the medical staff could travel, produced an order which he had got
from the Prussian authorities at Sedan, requiring the Mairie of any
French town through which he passed, to provide him with whatever horses
and vehicles he might need for the use of his corps. Hayden and I were
sent to carry out this unpleasant task. Armed with our peremptory
document, we made a tour of discovery through Mantes, and, by throwing a
couple of francs to a lad, were informed of a large, private,
four-wheeled omnibus,--the very thing we wanted,--and a dashing,
stoutly-built pair of greys that might draw it. The yard gate stood
open, so in we walked, with the boldness of highwaymen, and asked to see
the owner. I knew by the servant's face that he suspected what was in
the wind. He retreated without uttering a syllable; but soon came back,
followed by his master--a middle-aged man of gentlemanly appearance. He
seemed very uneasy; but, when we showed him our requisition, and told
him that we had come to relieve him for a time of his carriage and pair
of horses, his face wore an aspect of the blankest dismay.

We, however, gave a sign to our own ostlers outside the gate, and
directed them to harness the horses and put to, which they did with as
great alacrity as if they had been Prussians, the owner looking on in
sullen silence. But what were his feelings, when, twenty minutes after,
he saw us driving his team through the gate and out of the town, I dare
not guess. This carriage and pair, I may here subjoin, we used until the
end of the war, when they were returned to the Mayor of Versailles, with
a request that they might be given back to the original owner at Mantes,
minus, however, one of the horses, which died from overwork and
hardship.

Thus it is, that, during times of war, the sacred rights of property are
violated, and systematic robbery is held to be justifiable by those who
can successfully practise it. In this instance the property was
ultimately restored to its rightful owner; but, in how many cases is
that never done? To be sure, the Government is supposed to indemnify any
individual who can produce the counterfoil of the requisition: yet it
would be interesting to hear from such injured persons, the story of how
much they asked and how little they got.

We pushed on rapidly towards St. Germain, for Dr. Pratt was in haste to
get there as soon as possible. Curious to relate, we had not thus far
fallen in with a single German outpost; neither did we, until our
entrance into the Forest of St. Germain, when we were challenged, and
had to give up our papers for inspection. A few miles outside that town
we passed through the village of Mézières, which had been burned to the
ground a few days previously, and was now a smouldering heap of ruins.
One burned village is like another, and I might have fancied myself in
Bazeilles. Whole streets in the suburbs of St. Germain, through which we
passed, had been plundered, and, in some cases, the soldiers had gone
from house to house by means of holes, which they had picked through the
partition walls. I rambled over a pile of such buildings, and certainly
the wanton destruction within them was astounding. The Germans, I must
say, when not watched, are rare good hands at pillage; but they were
kept down by such rigid discipline, and so severely punished for every
offence, how trivial soever, that they were, and are, I suppose
(although not with their goodwill), the best conducted soldiers on
active service in Europe. In the matter of discipline, nothing appears
to have been changed, at least in the way of relaxation, among the
Prussian rank and file, since the good old days of Frederick the Great
and his eccentric and brutal father.

Soon after leaving St. Germain we came upon the heights of Marly, just
below the aqueduct. From this position we commanded that historic view
which is too well known for me to think of describing it, even if I
could. Beneath us we observed the Palace of St. Cloud, destined in a few
short hours to be a ruin; and beyond, towering gloomily above it, the
fort of Mont Valérien. Nor was the garrison of the latter idle, for it
kept up a brisk cannonade in our direction, even as we were looking
towards it.

Presently we noticed a number of men descending beneath its guns.
Evidently, something unusual was about to take place. Of this fact we
were soon made certain by the shells dropping much nearer to us, some
bursting at the other side of the road beneath;--which, for a moment,
led us to imagine that the fort had mistaken us for an ammunition train.
The shells came very close; and the ladies who were with us felt, as was
not unreasonable, a good deal of alarm.

Just then two bodies of Bavarian cavalry and a regiment of infantry
passed us in hot haste, doubling down the hill, along a by-road, to join
other troops of the Line which were concealed in the woods beneath us,
and under cover of them were advancing. Directly to our left and below
us, the Prussian batteries opened fire from their positions, which
covered their cavalry and infantry on the right and left flank. For some
time the booming and rattling were kept up vigorously, reminding us of
the 31st August and 1st September on a small scale. But in about an hour
all was quiet again, and the French had retreated within their big fort.

This was only one of numberless little skirmishes, which were constantly
taking place between the besiegers and besieged, according as either
made excursions in the country around them in quest of provisions,
fodder, or fuel.

Early in the afternoon we entered Versailles, and reported ourselves
immediately to the Prussian General Commandant of the place. We
established our headquarters at the Hôtel des Réservoirs, in the street
of the same name. There Dr. Pratt and one or two others secured
apartments, which was a troublesome business, for every room in the
hotel seemed to be occupied by a Baron, a Prince, a Duke, or some high
officer of King William's household. I have heard that in the Hôtel des
Réservoirs alone there were four or five such magnates, among them
Prince Pless, and that Prince of Hohenzollern whose candidature for the
Crown of Spain was the pretext on which Louis Napoléon had declared war.
This latter I used to see constantly about the Conciergerie of the
hotel,--a gentlemanly, gay, and handsome youth, wearing the uniform of
the White Hussars, and certainly the last man in the world one would
picture to oneself as having originated this tremendous conflict.

Staying at the same hotel were two American Generals of great, but
unlike celebrity,--Sheridan, the famous cavalry hero, and Burnside, who
lost the battle of Fredericksburg. They made most friendly advances
towards the Americans of our Staff; but their attentions were received
by the latter with the utmost indifference, as they might have
anticipated; for our men, with the exception of Hayden, were
Southerners, and hated the ground these Yankees trod upon. Nigger
Charlie, whom their efforts had made a freeman, gnashed his teeth at
Sheridan when that General condescended to notice him. It was an honour
of which the darkie felt by no means proud. I may here state that no one
who has not lived for some time among a number of Southerners can
realise how bitter was their hatred in those years towards the North. So
great was it, indeed, that, when they could avoid it, they would not
even eat at the same table, or have any social intercourse with them. I
must add my suspicion that this was strictly true only in the case of
men like my _confrères_, who had been large slave-owners and landed
proprietors; and who, having been completely ruined by the war, had gone
into voluntary exile. On such as these the indulgent policy of the
United States Government, after the ruin of the Southern cause, had no
power to efface the memory of what they had lost. Wherever one travelled
in Europe twenty years ago, one still found Southern exiles, as deeply
imbued with hatred of the Yankee as if their subjugation had taken place
only the day before. But that feeling was not likely to outlive them.
And I am told that the gentlemen of Virginia and South Carolina have
acquiesced now in the abolition of slavery, against which they fought so
fiercely and to such little purpose, although we have just been
witnessing the renewal of their efforts to disfranchise the coloured
voters, and restore the local and State government to their own class.

But I am wandering from my subject. As I have already said, our chief's
private wish was, if possible, to get into Paris; and, with this object
in view, Dr. Pratt held a long consultation with Colonel Lloyd Lindsay,
R.A., president of the English Society, from whom we now awaited our
orders. He declared the project impossible, and placed our contingent at
the service of Prince Pless, Inspector-General of the German Ambulance
Corps, who told us that we were wanted very badly indeed at Orleans,
where there had been some days' severe fighting, with great loss on
both sides. The town was full of wounded, and the medical staff quite
insufficient to take charge of them.

Ostensibly, therefore, under the direction of Colonel Lloyd Lindsay and
the English Society, but, as a matter of fact, under German orders, we
had henceforth to carry on our mission. This change of control was
disagreeable to us; but there was no help for it. We had been at first
exclusively in the service of the French, but were always international;
and we could not, in honour or conscience, refuse to enlist in the
service of the Germans. As it had been rumoured about Versailles that we
wanted to get into Paris, there was felt a certain amount of suspicion
regarding our neutrality; and to have hesitated at this moment would
have been fatal to our usefulness in the forthcoming campaigns. We made
preparations to start as soon as might be. Colonel Lloyd Lindsay
objected to our present Ambulance uniforms, and thought them too French.
The Francs-Tireurs who had captured us, it will not be forgotten, had
taken them to be Prussian. At his suggestion, we were to wear the
undress uniform of the Royal Artillery while attached to the German
Field Hospital Service; and a supply was ordered immediately from
London. We received them, and wore them until we left Orleans. Such were
the circumstances under which our transfer from the French to the
Germans was effected.




CHAPTER XIII.

THE PRUSSIAN HEADQUARTERS IN VERSAILLES.--A POLISH LADY.--THE BURNING OF
ST. CLOUD.--GERMAN PRINCES.--BY ÉTAMPES AND THE BATTLEFIELD OF CHEVILLY
TO ORLEANS.


As Dr. Pratt had arrangements to make for our transit, and stores to lay
in, and as our horses sorely required rest, our departure was delayed
for two days, during which I had ample opportunity of seeing everything
that was worth while at Versailles. My quarters were comfortable; and I
ought not to pass over the circumstances which enabled me to come by
them.

A Polish lady of great wealth, Madame Urbonouski, who lived in the Rue
des Réservoirs, hearing that our Ambulance corps had entered Versailles,
came out in person and accosted Dr. Mackellar; telling him that it would
give her much pleasure if he and two others of his companions would
accept the use of her house and the hospitality of her table, whilst
they were staying in the city. So generous an offer could not be
refused. Mackellar, Hayden, and myself were only too well pleased to
accept such agreeable lodgings. Our apartments were exquisitely
furnished, and provided with all manner of luxuries, to which the sorry
plight wherein we had come from Rouen hardly allowed us to do justice.
Nothing could exceed Madame Urbonouski's kind attention during the
couple of days that we lodged under her roof. Provisions were scarce and
costly; but that did not prevent her from giving us the best of
everything to eat, and the choicest of wines at dinner. Before I left,
my hostess, understanding that I was an Irishman, and being well aware
of the sympathies which have existed between her own nation and Ireland
(countries alike in their religious history and their long disasters),
insisted that, if ever I returned to Versailles, I should pay a fresh
visit to the Rue des Réservoirs. I promised, and should have been glad
to have kept my word. But I did not see Madame Urbonouski a second time,
nor do I know if she is still living.

On the day after our arrival every one was talking of the burning of St.
Cloud, which occurred the previous evening. It was the unhappy result of
that fighting which we had witnessed, and, thanks to the shells from
Mont Valérien, had as good as shared in, on the 13th. Next morning we
visited the Château of Versailles, and saw the picture galleries and the
Chapel Royal. Here, too, the tokens of war made themselves conspicuous
elsewhere than in the smoky battle pieces which stared at us from the
walls. All the galleries on the ground floor had been turned into a
Hospital, and were filled with wounded Germans. And a first-class
Hospital they made,--commodious and airy, the arrangement and general
organisation as nearly perfect as possible. But on the well-tended grass
plots in front of the Palace, I saw numbers of the King's horses
exercised, where, but a short time previously, it had been almost a
crime to set foot.

I must not speak of the Grand and Little Trianon, the trim walks, or the
fountain which I beheld playing into the basin of Neptune. It was all
new and delightful to a raw youth, whose reading of French history had
been neither extensive nor profound. Mackellar and I took a drive
through the Park, out of Versailles, and enjoyed a distant view of Paris
from certain heights whence now and then we could hear the booming of
cannon as the forts discharged their thunder. On our homeward journey we
met the old King driving in an open landau. He was accompanied by the
German Chancellor. When I saw him another time, General von Moltke was
in the carriage. Thus I had now set eyes on the man at Sedan who had
lost one Empire, and on those who were destined, in the halls of Louis
XIV., to set up another ere six months should have passed.

But, indeed, it would seem that half the inhabitants of Versailles
consisted of Princes, Dukes, Barons, and commanding officers. I counted
nine of these notables at the Hôtel des Réservoirs; yet some were such
shabby-looking specimens of their class, that for the time they
extinguished in me the respect which I had supposed myself to entertain
for Royalty and its surroundings. A Prince, a Duke, or a General who
walked about the streets munching alternately a piece of raw ham or
sausage from one hand, and a junk of bread from the other, was not
exactly one's idea of feudal, or even German dignity, and modern
civilisation. Yet such were the manners of not a few whose high-sounding
names read well in the "Gazette".

I have been offered a share of these rude repasts, and, famished as I
might be at the time, my self-respect, nay, my very appetite, revolted;
and it was not without an effort that I was able politely to decline.
The proverb runs, "A la guerre comme à la guerre". I do not mean to
imply that in a campaign the decencies of life can be always observed;
but there is such a thing as a gentlemanly bearing, and, out of that
great assembly which boasted of the oldest German blood in its members,
I saw few that came up to the standard which English officers are
expected to fulfil, as they do with the rarest exception.

I must confess that, when I looked at several of our _attachés_ in the
German Court, and contrasted them with their perhaps more intellectual,
and certainly more uncouth and burly, cousins from across the Rhine, and
from the Mark of Brandenburg, I could not help feeling proud of that
sister country which gave them birth. But, alas! when we compare, not
the officers and men individually, but the English army with the German,
we can no longer boast: our methods of training, until lately, have been
old-fashioned; our military science lags behind; and our neglect of the
training, to which all young men in town and village might, with the
greatest advantage, be submitted, is, I venture to think, no less
shortsighted than imbecile.

On the evening of the 15th, I saw 12,000 men marched through Versailles.
These were new levies from Germany, coming to reinforce the army of
investment around Paris; and a splendid body of men they looked. The
general topic of conversation now was the fighting about Orleans, the
taking of that town, and the defeat of the Army of the Loire, news of
which had just reached us. Fresh combats in the neighbourhood were
expected, and Dr. Pratt made all ready to start on the morrow. At
Versailles it seemed to be the general opinion that Paris could not long
hold out; and, with its capitulation, the war must end.

On the same night, we had orders to report ourselves next morning at
headquarters, and to be ready to start at a moment's notice.

October 16th was Sunday. I was up at cockcrow, heard Mass at the Grande
Église, and bade good-bye to my amiable hostess. Our staff was assembled
at headquarters, in the midst of the Princes, Barons, Dukes, and the
rest whom I have already mentioned. When everything was ready, and the
waggons and stores had got into line, those who had horses rode forward,
while we others drove in the comfortable private omnibus we
had--borrowed, I suppose, is the word,--at Mantes. Our departure created
a little stir in the town. As for Prince Pless, he made himself
agreeable to all of us, and was even so thoughtful as to give us a
supply of cigars.

Moving along in procession we made somewhat of a display. From the
foremost of our Ambulance waggons floated the flags of England and
America on the breeze. Just as we arrived at the broad avenue in front
of the Mairie, which is the way out of the town, a Prussian regiment
passed us in full marching order. As they approached, we heard orders
passed along among officers and under officers, in loud harsh tones,
with the result that, as each Company went by, it presented arms, our
chief and those who rode with him returning the salute.

We were soon clear of Versailles and on the way to Longumeau, at which
place, after a pleasant journey, we arrived towards evening, and
secured quarters for the night. Before we were in the town very long, it
appeared that our arrival had created a commotion among the Prussian
authorities, who had no knowledge as to what we were, and whither we
were going. On these points several of us were questioned repeatedly by
the German officers. This was the case. Our chief, finding Longumeau
such a trifling village, did not think it necessary to report himself to
the Commandant. That such was not this dignitary's opinion we soon
discovered by his coming down to the hotel where we had put up, and
storming in most vociferous and unparliamentary language at all and
sundry, but especially at Dr. Pratt, for not reporting to him as soon as
we were in his jurisdiction.

However, the matter was made straight by the production of the Doctor's
credentials, signed by the authorities at Versailles, upon which our
boisterous little friend, who wore a uniform of rusty gold lace, fell
into a surly silence. Before it became dusk, I went out with Dr. May to
buy such odds and ends of eatables as might eke out what was provided
for dinner. We went into a store, which was crowded with German
soldiers. While I was waiting to be served, I watched the different
purchases that were being made. One of our Teutons was buying butter,
old and rank, another lard, another candles, another fat pork or bacon.
All were investing their groschen and small change in something or other
greasy. One of these fellows took a piece of butter in his fingers,
weighing about half a pound, and then asked the price of it; but while
the poor French shopkeeper was looking in another direction, the hero
slipped out and decamped to his quarters. I felt inclined to follow him
up, but judged it wiser to control my indignation, as I had to do many a
time before and afterwards. Within an hour from our arrival, the
townspeople learned on what errand we were going, and became, in
consequence, most polite and communicative. One of the most respectable
among the bourgeois went so far as to ask us into his house to tea and
supper.

Some four of us accepted the invitation. We slipped across the street,
after dark, to our good friend's abode, and spent a pleasant evening
over an excellent cup of coffee, with fair bread and butter. No one, who
has not served during a campaign, can conceive how impossible it is to
get anything like a comfortable meal, or to procure good and eatable
bread, not to mention good butter, which was a rarity indeed. And I am
afraid the same must be said of beef and mutton,--in fact, of all the
ordinary articles of consumption.

Next morning we made an early start. Our road still lay through a finely
wooded country, each side lined with cherry, apple, and pear trees, to
the fruit of which we helped ourselves abundantly. The weather continued
open. And, as before, we had to keep a sharp look-out for the
Francs-Tireurs, rumours of whose wanton doings were rife amongst the
peasants, who bore them a cordial hatred.

About midday, we arrived at the little town of Arpajon, where we made
our luncheon. What struck us, in passing through the hamlets and
villages on our route, was the utterly deserted and forlorn aspect of
their houses, streets, and public places. The country seemed to have
become a wilderness, so far as inhabitants were concerned.

Early in the afternoon we reached Étampes, a clean little town, with
wide boulevards, and a prettily planted square. Curious to tell, we did
not find a single German in occupation, and had no difficulty in getting
quarters. I took a stroll through the town with Mackellar and Warren.
The first building which drew our attention was the parish church,
standing in the principal street, and not inelegant. We entered,
expecting to see everything in that state of gaudy neatness which is
characteristic of French country churches; but what was our horror to
find the air laden with a foul odour, and the floors of the aisle and
transept littered with straw! It was evident that a troop of cavalry
horses had been quartered here, some having been tied to the benches,
which supplied the place of mangers, and others secured to the railings
of the side-chapel.

It was also plain that the stalls in the Sanctuary had been used in like
manner, judging from the amount of stable débris that lay about on all
sides; many of the benches, too, had been broken up, and fires lighted
with them in different parts of the church. The steps and the altar
showed signs of having been used for the purposes of eating and sleeping
upon them. At the foot of the altar, which was flashy and splendid, lay
upon straw a ham bone picked clean. All this was very revolting.
Hitherto, we had indeed seen the churches in and around Sedan and
Versailles turned into hospitals; but no one will describe that as an
improper use of them. It was quite another thing to make of the
Sanctuary a noisome den.

On quitting the desecrated church, we crossed the railway to the old
Château, which stands on the hill above Étampes. It is a place of
historic associations, but the Prussians had ransacked it, and all was
confusion within. When we came back it was reported to our chief that
the mayor had made some objection about giving fodder to our horses; so
that my friend Hayden was forthwith deputed to call on him and put the
matter straight. To him the mayor abruptly reiterated his objection,
little knowing the character of the man whom he had to deal with. Hayden
resorted to his store of strong terms, and warned him, with the
audacity of a Yankee, that if the provender was not forthcoming and sent
in before night, he would have his worship publicly hanged next morning
from one of the trees in his own garden. Panic-stricken at the energy
with which Hayden announced his doom upon the morrow, the poor man,
without more ado, gave orders to have the fodder and corn delivered at
once, which was accordingly done.

There was something not a little daring in this procedure of Hayden's,
though nothing, perhaps, really courageous; for M. le Maire had no
soldiers, and not so much as a gendarme in the town at his command.
Hence his instantaneous surrender. We had a great laugh over the whole
affair.

Next morning we resumed our march, and pushed on briskly, for we now
heard, from two Ambulance couriers who came against us, that fighting
was going on about Orleans, and that our services were much needed in
that town.

As the day advanced, we could distinctly hear the ceaseless booming of
cannon many miles ahead. Towards evening, when we had passed by Artenay,
we found the road and the plain on both sides covered with the débris of
a battle. Numbers of torn uniforms, knapsacks, arms, accoutrements, dead
horses, and newly-made graves,--all were tokens that the neighbourhood
had lately seen severe fighting. An unexploded shell lay beside the
road, but we avoided touching it. Many of the trees were severed midway
up their trunks, and nearly all had small branches broken here and
there, showing that the fighting was not confined to artillery. Some of
the tree trunks were grooved in a most curious manner, evidently by
shell or shot.

During the whole of this day, 18th October, we pushed on as fast as we
could, arriving late at the village of Chevilly. We heard from the
Mayor, who kindly gave us quarters for the night, that a fierce and
bloody battle had been fought both in and around the village during the
previous week. His little flower-garden had been the scene of an
infantry charge; and I marked by the trampled and uprooted plants, and
the scattered earth, the very spot where several deadly struggles had
taken place. The ground was furrowed, and the branches of the trees
broken by bombshells. Our hostess, who had retreated with her husband
into a cellar during the fighting, gave me a vivid description of the
affair. The whole village was a heap of ruins. But I shall remember the
poor lady and her kind husband, who gave us so hospitable a welcome,
despite the agitation which their late experience and the spoiling of
their dwelling place had caused them.

It was a problem what would become of the inhabitants in these country
districts, where the Prussians (as my host and hostess informed me) had
eaten up their meat, bread, and vegetables, had carried off their
cattle, their hay, straw and corn, and in many instances had finished
up, when they thought the people had balked them of supplies, by burning
the houses over the heads of the Frenchmen. Such things, we were
assured, had come to pass round Orleans. On several occasions since
leaving Longumeau, we had encountered waggon-loads of women and
children, who told us piteous tales how their houses had been destroyed,
and themselves obliged to fly; and, perhaps, the saddest part of their
story was, that when we asked whither they were going, they seemed, in
some instances, not to have the faintest idea. They were wanderers on
the face of the earth, and dazed by the calamities which had fallen on
them so unexpectedly.

We left Chevilly for Orleans on the morning of the 19th. Our road still
lay through the heart of the battlefield; and innumerable horses,
knapsacks, broken muskets, and military trappings of all sorts, were
lying about on every side. The frequent graves told their own monotonous
tale. It had become a strange and painful journey; but our adventures
were not yet over.




CHAPTER XIV.

ENTERING TO THE SOUND OF CANNON.--66 QUAI DU CHÂTELET ASSIGNED TO US,
ALSO THE RAILWAY TERMINUS.--DESCRIPTION OF OUR NEW QUARTERS.


About midday we entered Orleans by the Faubourg Bannier. All this time
the cannon had been actively engaged at the other side of the town in
the direction of Châteaudun, and, as we passed in, we met several
companies of German regiments marching along some by-roads towards the
quarter whence the sound of firing came, doubtless with the intention of
joining in the fray. Orleans had fallen into the hands of the Bavarians;
but at present the garrison was small, for all the available troops had
been sent to the front, where they were now pursuing the Army of the
Loire in its retreat upon Tours. In passing through the Faubourg
Bannier, we saw convincing proofs of a severe and very recent conflict.
Whole lines of houses were burned to the ground, while others had been
partially demolished by shell, or had their doors and windows riddled.
Many of the doors bore marks of having been broken through by the
crowbar, or the hatchet of the sapper. In the streets the litter of the
bloody battle which had been fought in the previous week, lay scattered
about; and, judging from appearances, the street fighting must have been
a very hot affair indeed.

[Illustration: F.S. Weller.]

[Illustration:

    REFERENCE.

    1. _S^t. Paterne._                 C.2.
    2. _Cathedral._                    F.4.
    3. _Hôtel de Ville._               E.4.
    4. _Museum._                       E.5.
    5. _Hôtel Cabul & Hist^l. Mus^m._  D.5.
    6. _Notre Dame de Recouvrance._    C.5.
    7. _S^t. Aignan._                  H.6.
    8. _S^t. Euverte._                 H.4.
    9. _S^t. Pierre._                  E.4.
    10. _House of Agnès Sorel._        D.5.
    11. _House of François I._         C.5.
    12. _S^t. Paul._                   C.5.

    Hôtels.
    a. _d'Orléans._                    D.2.
    b. _d'Aignan._                     C.1.
    c. _du Loiret._                    D.3.

    ORLÉANS.

    _London; John Murray, Albemarle Street._
    _F. S. Weller._]

We reported ourselves at once to the Commandant; for I need hardly say,
that during the time of war, this is the first thing to be done by every
sort of men entering a town, be they Regiment, Ambulance Corps,
Couriers, or any persons whatsoever. Even a stranger whose business is
not well known is at once taken by the Military Police before the
General Commandant, and required to give a full account of himself;
which if he cannot do to that officer's satisfaction, he is placed under
police supervision, and compelled to report himself every morning at
headquarters. This regulation I mention, because a certain auxiliary
member of our staff was compelled to do the like, on account of his
speaking unguardedly of the position of the forces to some of the
townsfolk.

Our Ambulance train came to a standstill in the Place Bannier, while Dr.
Pratt was making his report, and getting our quarters assigned to us. In
the centre of the Place stood a large drinking fountain, around which
were congregated a troop of horses, jostling each other in their anxiety
to get at the water. They appeared so fatigued, that I judged they must
have returned quite lately from the field. While our Ambulance was
awaiting the return of Dr. Pratt, Mackellar and I strolled round
leisurely. The excitement of the people was at this period remarkable;
for they imagined that, in spite of all their recent reverses, the Army
of the Loire, which was still fighting at a short distance outside the
city, would beat the Germans back, and again occupy the place.

Hundreds of men, women, and children flocked about the bridge of the
Loire, and kept a steady look-out down the river, in the direction of
the fighting. But their expression was that of scared sheep; and when we
ventured to ask one intelligent-looking young fellow why he was not
fighting, and driving the invader from his country, he answered, "Sir,
we have no arms, and no leaders". It was manifest that they did not
think, as others in the like circumstances have done, of improvising
either.

The beautiful statue of Jeanne d'Arc, which seemed to be gazing on the
battle from afar, had been entwined with wreaths and garlands, placed
there by townsfolk who desired thus to win her prayers for the success
of their army.

Soon after, we were informed that Nos. 66 and 68 Quai du Châtelet, on
the bank of the Loire, had been allotted to us as our quarters. On
arriving there we found two very spacious and elegant houses, commanding
a beautiful view of the city opposite, as well as of the river, and the
two famous bridges, which are among the finest monuments of the Imperial
rule. Up to this date, the larger of the two houses, No. 66, had been
unoccupied; and the owner, probably not knowing that we had a billet
from the Commandant, was at first unwilling to let us take up the whole
house. He showed a sullen countenance, and was proceeding to lock up his
best suite of apartments, when our chief informed him quietly that if he
gave any further trouble, and did not at once surrender the keys of
every door in the house, he, Dr. Pratt, would convert the whole of his
charming mansion into a hospital, and make an operation theatre of his
drawing-room. This was a stern, but necessary, warning, which cleared up
the situation. Monsieur yielded to _force majeure_ thus vigorously
threatened, and ever after behaved towards us with the civility which in
the French nature is inherent, and which our mission at Orleans might
fairly be said to demand.

Our chief had many interviews with the authorities on the two days
succeeding our arrival. The question was, whether we should take on
ourselves only the duties of a stationary Hospital, or follow in the
track of the army. A middle course was fixed upon. We were to have a
Hospital in town, and, when required, were to take the field with the
German Ambulance Corps. Our services were gladly accepted by the
Surgeon-General, and two large Hospitals were at once handed over to
us; the first--a sick and fever Hospital--containing 150 men; the
second, consisting of the railway terminus, with its waiting and
refreshment rooms, stores and offices, in which lay 65 wounded; and
there were beds to accommodate 150 more. We received, therewith,
Hospital plant, and a staff of trained military infirmarians. We were
also given a liberal supply of provisions, which were dealt out to us
and our wounded by requisition. On the morning of the 21st,
Surgeon-General Dr. Von Nussbaum was present at the chemin de fer
d'Orléans to make us acquainted with the former staff, who were now
handing over their charge to us. Our installation was a very formal
proceeding. The German Guard turned out, and saluted as we passed in.

This was the beginning of our labours at Orleans. As I have stated, it
was at the railway terminus, which had been converted into a Hospital by
the Prussians the day after they took possession of the town.

Entering from the Place in front of the station into the principal
waiting-room, we passed through two lines of soldiers, drawn up at
attention, and out on the platform. There were no carriages within the
precincts of the terminus, but some dreary-looking trucks might be seen
scattered about on the sidings, and, except a few men on guard at the
coal depôt, there was not a human being within sight.

The terminus was covered, and of great extent. All the buildings
connected with it were spacious, and fitted up in the ordinary way. We
made ourselves at home immediately in the first-class waiting-room. Its
sofas were placed back to back in the centre; and there were lines of
beds at each side, every bed occupied by a wounded man. The second- and
third-class _salles d'attente_ were arranged in like manner, and as full
as they could hold.

The next room was the Bureau des Inspecteurs, or the office of the
railway directors. Here also there was a single row of wounded.

In the buffet there were double rows, and, as it was very spacious, the
numbers it accommodated were proportionately great. In the ticket office
were kept all the medical and surgical stores and requisites. In the
telegraph office was the operation theatre, and in the station-master's
private bureau the instruments to serve it were kept; there the surgeon
on night duty remained during the period of his watch. In this room
there was always a good fire, and outside the door paced up and down a
German sentinel on guard.

At the other side of the platform, approached by the level crossing, we
found the goods department, and the carriage, waggon, and engine depôt,
which latter, in its general appearance, was nothing more or less than
an immense shed, with open archways at both ends. In this most airy
apartment lay, also, numbers of wounded.

When we pointed to several large holes in the roof (which had been made
by falling shells a few days previously), and then to the open archways,
suggesting to our friends that they were, perhaps, a degree too airy to
be beneficial, Prof. Nussbaum informed us that the wounded in this place
got better more rapidly than those in the Salles, who were kept warm,
and completely protected from the weather.

We remained there nearly two hours, seeing the more interesting cases
dressed, and then looked on at an operation by Nussbaum. As several of
the parcel and lamp offices were also occupied by wounded, it may be
conceived that the whole mass of buildings around the platforms made a
very extensive hospital. It was a curious and novel sight, and for a
long time afterwards I never entered a large terminus of the kind
without speculating on the numbers of wounded that it would accommodate.

We were received very kindly by our German friends; and before evening
were in charge of the whole place, having an efficient staff of nurses
to assist us, and to look after the wants of our invalids.

As we had now enjoyed a considerable experience in the working of a
military field-hospital, it took us but a few hours to get into the
routine; and the Germans were evidently pleased at seeing how briskly we
fell into line, and took up from them the whole management.

With regard to the Barrack across the river, which was full of sick and
fever patients, it had been, I say, assigned to us; but we never
actually took it over. The German surgeons who were in charge had to
join their field-hospital, which was about to move in the track of the
army. Nor did the Bavarians possess any medical reserve in Orleans at
this time, so that we came to their assistance at a juncture when we
were much needed; and they showed themselves extremely grateful. When,
however, they were on the point of delivering up the second hospital to
us, their orders to move were rescinded; and we were saved, thereby, an
amount of labour and responsibility, to which our limited staff would
have been altogether unequal.




CHAPTER XV.

ASSISTANT SURGEON.--IMPRESSIONS OF THE GERMAN CHARACTER.--THE ARMY AND
ITS DISCIPLINE.--STATE OF SIEGE.--VON DER TANN'S PROCLAMATION.--LEOPOLD
SCHRENK.


I was now promoted to be Assistant Surgeon by our chief, and was given
charge of seventeen patients, under Dr. Mackellar. As much of the
doctor's time was employed in registering and taking notes of the cases
in Hospital, except when he performed operations, I was virtually in
sole charge of my section, though under his supervision.

We breakfasted at 7·30, dined at 12·30, and supped at 6·30; all our
meals were abundantly furnished at our quarters in the Quai du Châtelet.

With such hard work in hand, there was certainly need of substantial
food, or we could never have got through it. Every day brought us fresh
batches of wounded, and with them news of fresh encounters, and
skirmishes in the field.

On 23rd October, I had to perform my first amputation. It was the
removal of a portion of a foot, which had been crushed by a waggon
wheel. The patient, I should explain, lay in a private house, at the
rear of the Quai du Châtelet. Dr. Mackellar, who had kindly given me the
operation, and Jean the Turco, assisted me. But when I had made the
first incision, Jean bolted out of the room, and then tumbled downstairs
in a faint.

I went on with my task; but no sooner was it completed, than we were
both taken aback on finding that my subject had been given an overdose
of chloroform: his face was livid; and it seemed that he had already
ceased to breathe. In a moment, we flung the windows and door open, and
were slapping him with cold wet towels, and using artificial
respiration.

To my great relief, in a few seconds the poor man breathed freely again,
and before long came back to himself. He made a very prompt recovery;
was convalescent, and able to hobble about on crutches in a fortnight,
and had still a useful limb.

My patients increased daily, until from seventeen they became double
that number. And at this time it was my duty to stay up every fifth
night.

Three or four days now passed away in constant hard work, part of which
consisted in rearranging and cleaning up the whole Hospital, which our
predecessors had left in anything but an orderly state.

Later on, when I had time to go out, I saw numbers of the Bavarian
troops returning from the recent fighting,--dirty, foot-sore, and jaded;
they reminded me, in fact, more of French than of German soldiers. The
campaign seemed to be taking an unfavourable turn for them.
Occasionally, in the evening, the bands played in the Place Martroi,
where the German officers and men were wont to assemble to smoke and
chat. This was one of their customs at home which they had imported into
France; and by no means a disagreeable one. I heartily enjoyed the
musical treat which they gave; but I liked still better to listen while
whole companies were singing glees in perfect harmony, during their
bivouac under the trees on the Boulevards. There we saw them awaiting
the assignment of their quarters with stolid patience, and cooking their
food in cauldrons over wood fires, all to this delightful accompaniment,
which showed them at their best.

All the German soldiers had a knowledge of music, and more than half
were fairly well trained to sing. Nearly all the Infantry regiments in
Orleans at this time were Bavarians; but several detachments of the
Prussian Cavalry regiments were likewise quartered in the town. I could
never have imagined such a variety of uniforms and colours as I have
seen among the hosts of the Emperor William. Let me recall a few of
them.

There were Bismarck's Cuirassiers, in scarlet and gold; a gorgeous
uniform, the undress of which (pure white) is, I think, no less
becoming. Then there were the Black Brunswickers, whose uniform is like
that worn by the Royal Irish Constabulary, but who wear on their shakos
an emblem representing a death's head and cross bones. Again, besides
the dark blue with red facings of the Prussian Infantry, and the
Bavarian light blue with green facings, I could count up Hussars of all
colours, red, black, and white, light blue, dark blue and gold, and the
Würtemburg green. The German soldiers are certainly a magnificent body
of men; and, although at the bottom of my heart my sympathies and
affections are altogether with the French, despite their shortcomings, I
am bound to declare the superiority of their adversaries, as men of fine
physique and manly bearing, and of cool undaunted courage; and I need
not repeat how admirable is the discipline under which they have been
brought to such perfection.

In 1870, the French did not realise that they had to deal with an army
the rank and file of which not only was composed of the muscle and sinew
of the German people, but included their best brains also. Perhaps the
more observant of the French writers, such as the late M. Renan, or
George Sand, might have summed up the war as a contest of science
against civilisation. Certain it is, that the highly wrought
intelligence of the invaders was a force against which the Republic and
the Empire alike contended in vain. The general run of soldiers from
beyond the Rhine were well educated, and few, indeed, were unable to
read and write. Those few might be found among the Bavarians--in my
judgment, a slow, dull race, yet accustomed to fight in a dogged
fashion, who neither went into action with the dash and ardour, nor ran
away with the alacrity, of Frenchmen. Their movements were on system,
and according to rule: they fought because they were bidden to fight,
and mowed down the enemy, not from hatred of them, but because such were
their orders; and, if they did not take to flight, it was in the same
spirit of passive obedience.

I should give the result of my impressions, therefore, somewhat as
follows: Take no notice of a German soldier, and do not molest or
interfere with him, especially when he is carrying out the orders of his
superiors, and he will be as harmless as a child, and as easily pleased.
But if, on the other hand, you do meddle with him, and stir up his rage
on any pretext, his revenge will be no less prompt than terrible. In the
battlefield, when once he is excited, he will use his bayonet and musket
as a Zulu his assegai, or an Indian his tomahawk.

As for his manners, they are, at the best of times, uncouth, not to say
detestable, and when at meals, disgusting. He is an enormous eater,
caring not so much about the quality of what he devours, so long as
quantity is provided; and though he drinks an amount of beer that would
make any other European helplessly intoxicated, he is seldom drunk.
Nothing irritates him like hunger and thirst; in which circumstance he
furnishes the most unpleasing contrast to a French soldier,--always
patient, and commonly cheerful under such privations. When suffering in
this way, physically (which seldom occurred under the admirable
organisation of the German commissariat), he would pillage and plunder
all before him to get food or beer. For such depredations, when caught,
he was mercilessly punished. And the German soldier submits impassively
to this treatment at the hands of his officer, as if he were a dog,
without seeming to resent it. I have seen officers and their subalterns
on the quays of Orleans strike their men repeatedly, and on parade drill
make their recruits dress in line, with the flat of their
broad-swords,--a disgraceful procedure, to which neither an English nor
a French lad would submit. All these features of the German system, as
brutal as it has proved effective, I observed, long after I had seen
them at Orleans, in the vivacious and sparkling pages of _Barry Lyndon_.
So little does the world change in a hundred and thirty years!

For some days no one but the military had appeared in the streets. All
the shop windows in the town were closed, all business suspended; and
the place, in these circumstances, had anything but a lively aspect. The
Commandant, however, issued an order to all shopkeepers, obliging them,
under pain of severe punishment, to take down their shutters, and open
their establishments. In accordance with this regulation, on a certain
day, before the appointed hour, down came all the shutters; but the
display of goods in the windows amused me very much. In one, exhibiting
a frontage of perhaps twenty feet or more, where silks, satins, and the
most costly stuffs were usually spread out, now appeared in a tasteful
arrangement several pieces of glazed calico, which were, it seemed, the
only goods one could purchase in that establishment. Another equally
large shop in the Rue Royale, a hardware house, exhibited as its stock
in trade some dozen or so of rusty kettles, saucepans, and gridirons. In
like manner did nearly all the other shopkeepers.

The pastrycooks, however, drove a roaring trade; their counters were
crowded at all hours of the day with the conquering heroes, for Germans
eat sweetmeats and confectionery as a cow munches young clover in the
month of May. But the owners of these establishments were not at all
particular as to the quality of the articles they provided. I once
walked into such a place, and was about to eat of some tempting-looking
things in the way of tarts, when the man behind the counter recognised
me, for we were acquaintances, and whispered that he would give me in a
moment something more agreeable, instead of those greasy things,
pointing to what was before him, which were made only for Prussians. I
ought to remark on the characteristic way in which Frenchmen, who are
the most ignorant people in the world with regard to foreigners and
their languages, called every stranger a Prussian, no matter of what
nation he might be.

Meanwhile Orleans continued in a state of siege, and strict watch was
kept on every one who moved about during the daytime. After dark no one
could walk abroad without being liable to be shot down by the sentries,
who were placed at every hundred yards along the streets, unless he
carried a lighted lantern. I took great pleasure in listening to the
bugles sounding the order for citizens to retire indoors at nine
o'clock. Standing four abreast at the top of each street, the musicians
sounded their call, which was a most plaintive and melodious strain.

Before going on with my narrative, I ought not to omit the curious
proclamation, still on the walls of Orleans, which the Bavarian General,
Von der Tann, had put forth after his capture of the city, October 13.
It ran as follows:--

    "FRENCH CITIZENS!

    "As I desire, so much as in me lies, to alleviate the burden of
    the population now suffering from the evils of war, I appeal to
    your good sense, and trust that the sincerity with which I
    address you will open your eyes to the real state of affairs;
    and will persuade you to take your stand with the party of
    reason and peace.

    "Your late Government declared war against Germany. Never was
    there a declaration more frivolous. Nor could the German armies
    do otherwise than reply by passing the frontier.

    "They won victory after victory; and your own army, deluded upon
    system, and demoralised, was all but annihilated.

    "Another Government has arisen. We hoped that it would make
    peace. It has done no such thing. And why? Because it feared for
    its own existence; and, pretending that the German conditions
    were impossible, it has chosen to continue a war, the outcome of
    which cannot fail to be the ruin of France.

    "Now, what are the conditions which they call impossible?

    "They are the restoration of those provinces that belonged to
    Germany, and in which the German language still prevails in town
    and country; in other words, of Alsace and the German Lorraine.

    "Is this proposal too much?

    "What conditions would a victorious France have exacted?

    "You have been told that the purpose of the German armies is to
    degrade France. That is simply a falsehood, invented to stir up
    and excite the masses.

    "On the contrary, it is your Government which, by its conduct,
    is forcibly drawing on the German battalions into the heart of
    the country, and is leading up to the ruin which it will
    accomplish if it persists in itself degrading that fair France,
    which might have proved to be the warmest friend of the nation
    it has driven into hostilities.

    "Orleans, 13th Oct., 1870.
    "BARON DE TANN,
    "General of Infantry."

The olive-branch of this good General of Infantry, held out at the point
of the sword to a people than whom a more touchy or sensitive does not
exist, was hardly intended to produce an effect. Orleans was eagerly
waiting all through that month and down to the 10th November, in the
feverish expectation of succour from without, which would rid them of M.
de Tann and his proclamations.

But day passed after day, until the monotony of our routine was broken
by the astounding news, long foreseen, yet, when it came, overpowering,
of the capitulation of Metz, with Bazaine, 3 Marshals, 66 Generals, 3000
cannon, and 173,000 men. It was the greatest surrender in
history,--perhaps, the most flagrant act of treason.

Accounts given by the wounded stragglers, whom we daily received into
our Hospital, told us that a desultory warfare, but no regular fighting,
was going on between the opposing armies in our front. On one day, about
November 3, two Bavarians were admitted, rather severely wounded. They
related that in the direction of Blois, a party of skirmishers, with
which they were serving, came upon, and surprised, a body of French, of
whom, after a desperate fight, they captured two only, but left forty
dead on the field. This, they stated, had taken place eight hours'
distance (_i.e._, 24 miles) from Orleans. A few days later, I received
three others, who had been engaged in a similar small skirmish with the
rear guard of the enemy. All three, by an odd coincidence, were wounded
in the upper extremity. One Hussar had received a bayonet-thrust through
the upper and fleshy part of his arm; but, with a beaming smile, he
related how he had cleft the Frenchman's head in two, while his opponent
was in the act of making his thrust. The other two had bullet wounds in
their arms, evidently received at close quarters.

On another day, two men were brought in, who had been shot by a couple
of Francs-Tireurs. These latter wore no uniform, and had coolly potted
them from behind a hedge. Yet, as the following notice from General
Wittich announced,--and it was a sample of others posted up throughout
the country,--all such civilian aggressors were liable to the extreme
penalty. "I declare to the inhabitants," so ran this document, "that all
persons, not being soldiers, who shall be taken bearing arms against the
German troops, or committing other acts of hostility or treason, will be
irrevocably put to death. Only those will be considered as military who
wear uniforms, or who are recognisable at rifle distance by distinctions
not separable from the clothes which they have on."

In the general arrangement of our Hospital, and particularly in the
nursing department, we were greatly assisted by a most generous and
kind-hearted little Bavarian, named Leopold Schrenk, Captain in a
Regiment of the Line. He used to come every day when off duty, and work
in our Hospital, ready to help all round, but was of especial service in
looking after the patients' rations. I have seen him making the beds of
my wounded men, and washing their faces. This devotion to his suffering
and wounded fellow-countrymen was admirable; but he displayed a hatred
for all Frenchmen and Roman Catholics, and he detested priests, in a way
which I could never account for, as it was very unusual among South
Germans. However, he behaved like a staunch patriot, and was a favourite
with us all. When I parted from him he gave me his address and his
photograph.

Some ladies who belonged to Orleans also came and distributed soup to
the wounded; among them one who was by birth from Ireland, Madame
O'Hanlon. Actuated solely by motives of charity, they ministered alike
to Prussians and French, with equal kindness and attention.




CHAPTER XVI.

CASES AND PATIENTS.--MARTIN DILGER.--HEAVY LOSSES.--FRENCH IRRELIGION
CONTRASTED WITH GERMAN PIETY.


As it is my object to exclude as much as possible professional details
of my labours at the bedside, description of wounds, and the like, I
shall again merely mention particulars of a few cases, in order to give
my reader a general idea of the nature of the wounds received by
soldiers in battle.

Take No. 6, for instance, as I find it in my notes. It was a very bad
case. A German soldier of the Line had received a bullet wound behind
and below the calf of his leg, which passed up, without touching the
bone, behind his knee joint, beneath the muscles of the thigh to the
joint of the hip. Having pursued this most extraordinary course, it
lodged so deep beneath the muscles that neither the German doctors nor
ourselves, to whom the case was handed over, could find the exact
position of the bullet; yet I laid open its track in four or five
places. Despite all treatment, he died eventually of blood-poisoning. On
making a post-mortem examination, I traced the bullet actually into the
abdomen, and still was unable to find it, although certain of its
general position. These particulars I mention to show the unaccountable
course a bullet may take after entering an extremity. There were dozens
of similar curious cases, for which this may suffice as an example.

In another instance the bullet, having entered the right thigh and
fractured the bone, carried along with it, impacted in its centre, a
splinter of this bone, and pieces of the tunic and lining, as well as of
trousers and shirt. It then entered the left thigh, lodging close to the
skin on the outer side, from which I extracted the different fragments
in the order just described.

By this time we had evacuated the large shed, which was now only
occupied by those who suffered from pyæmia, or blood-poisoning. All the
rest had comfortable quarters in different portions of the building; but
these unfortunates were doomed to remain in the shed, though exposed to
the biting frost and bleak winds of November. The simple reason was that
their presence under the same roof with their comrades would mean
certain death to all. When they had contracted this dread disease, which
they chiefly did by infection, their only chance,--and a poor one it
proved,--was to be placed in a current of fresh air. Hence their removal
to this shed was commonly but their first step to the deadhouse.

This plague of the Field Hospital made great havoc amongst our men
during the month of November in Orleans, as it had done at Sedan in
September. The only instance of recovery after it, which came under my
notice during the whole campaign, was that of the Bavarian named Martin
Dilger; and his was of a very bad type. His thigh had been amputated;
and, when the symptoms set in, I sent him out to the shed, where he
quickly became as bad as his comrades. I attended him several times
every day; but he speedily grew worse, until at last, his case seemed
more desperate than all the others. The soft parts sloughed, leaving the
thigh-bone protruding; while the patient was almost comatose, and had
that violent hiccough which is generally, in such cases, the forerunner
of death. Several of my fellow-surgeons, moved by feelings of humanity,
advised me not to put him to the useless pain and annoyance of dressing
his stump, since he was _in articulo mortis_, and his recovery beyond
the range of possibility. However, I resolved that while he lived, I
would do as much for him as possible; and I continued to dress his
wounds.

Dilger had prolonged and repeated rigors, followed by profuse
perspiration, and was generally of a bluish livid colour,--all symptoms
of most deadly omen. I gave him as much brandy as he could take, and
chloral every two hours, for the hiccough, which was so violent that it
shook not only his whole frame, but the bed on which he lay. Yet, in a
few days these rigors subsided; he opened his eyes, and became
conscious. In the face of such a decided improvement, I ventured the
opinion that he would recover. He was now taking immense quantities of
brandy, which was supplied from the stores, and broth which I had made
for him in the town. Under this treatment his wounds took on a healthy
action, his pulse and temperature came down, and rational speech
returned, instead of his low muttering delirium; my colleagues now
admitted that his recovery was possible. I suffered him to remain in the
shed, as I felt that his safety depended upon having him there. Some
suggested his removal into a warm comfortable room in the town. Indeed,
it was with difficulty that I turned a deaf ear to these suggestions,
and overcame my own inclinations, when, on going to visit him on a cold
November night, I heard the wind whistling through that goods store in
the most melancholy manner, and the rain coming pitter-patter through
the holes in the roof. Nevertheless, in this cave of Æolus he outlived
all the others, and found himself at last its sole occupant.

This was my first case of pyæmia at Orleans, but it was to be quickly
followed by many more. A Black Hussar, in the first-class waiting-room,
developed it in a most virulent form, and died in twenty-four hours.
That frightened me very much, and I trembled for the safety of the rest.
So I had my wards washed out with a strong solution of carbolic acid
immediately. What made me still more apprehensive was the awful fact
that, out of seventeen patients in a neighbouring ward, all hitherto
going on favourably, fourteen died in a very short time of this dreadful
scourge. In spite of my precautions, I found a few days subsequently
that one of my patients had severe rigors, followed by perspiration; and
bitter was my disappointment to see a case which had been going on
splendidly, almost even to complete success, suddenly turn to the bad in
a few hours. I had my man at once removed to the shed, and, as I well
remember, on a biting November night; but I had no choice. I would have
put him out on the road-side, rather than have allowed him to sow the
seeds of inevitable death amongst the rest of my patients.

The poor fellow had now plenty of company in his dismal quarters, for my
colleagues had sent just as many out there as I had.

Not three days afterwards, a bright, handsome, fair-haired lad of about
twenty, with a quick, piercing eye, and manly countenance, showed also
the dreaded premonitory symptoms. I said nothing to him, but asked the
Hospital sergeant to get two of his men and have him removed on a
stretcher to the deadhouse. Such I can only call the place from which
none that entered it came out alive, except in the single instance I
have quoted. Shall I ever forget the moment when the _infirmiers_ came,
and that poor young lad, looking me wistfully in the face, read his doom
in my silence? He knew what it meant. He had seen his comrades go, and
had learned their fate, which was so soon to be his own. A few days
later, I lost a fourth,--a good, pious fellow, who was continually
telling his beads. His name was Johann Krum, particulars of whose case
have been already given. He was a man that never smiled; and when I
discovered that he had left a wife and three children at home, I pitied
him greatly.

I am thankful to say that this was the last of my patients who succumbed
to pyæmia. Any others whom I lost died from shock, hemorrhage, or the
severity of their wounds.

The days went on, until we had reached the second week of November.
Skirmishes with the enemy,--that is to say, with the French, who were
advancing upon Orleans,--now became an everyday occurrence; and the
number of wounded that came straggling in meant a very considerable loss
to the Bavarians.

About this time, Dr. Pratt made a journey to Versailles, in quest of
stores and money, leaving Dr. Tilghman in command. Inspector-General
Nussbaum made several visits to our Hospital, and expressed himself
greatly pleased with the way in which it was conducted. The truth was
that nobody could teach our veteran Americans anything new in the
management of a Field Hospital. They had all served their time during
the four years of the American War, and under a system of military
medical organisation which, as all authorities acknowledge, they had
brought to perfection. This was the secret of the undoubtedly successful
career of our Ambulance. And I must not omit to observe that it was they
who introduced the anterior suspension splint for fractures and wounds
of the joints, which we were the means of having adopted in many of the
German Hospitals.

To turn for a moment, before the Germans evacuate Orleans, to a subject
on which their presence and behaviour often set me thinking. It was a
fine sight when the Bavarians heard Mass in the great Cathedral, to mark
them fully equipped in heavy marching order, as they stood in close
military array in every available portion of the church, with sabres
drawn, glittering helmets, and waving plumes. The officers, too, stood
with drawn swords during Mass; and at the Elevation they gave, in their
deep sonorous tones, the word to present arms. Altogether the spectacle,
though not calculated to inspire devotion, was most impressive.

The Bavarians are, as a rule, good Catholics, and large numbers of them
were to be seen at daily Mass, reading their prayers attentively, and
going up to receive Communion. In the Hospitals also, they showed the
same devout temper. Their Chaplains were zealous men, always at work
among them, sharing their fatigues, and seeing that they attended to
their religious duties. One of the infirmarians in the ward next to me,
a common soldier, was in Holy Orders, though not yet a priest; and a
more saintly young fellow I never met. He was light-hearted and merry,
had a pleasant word for every one, and fulfilled punctiliously the
duties devolving upon him as a soldier, and as a minister of religion.
In this matter, as in other things of less importance, the Bavarians
struck me as very unlike the French. When you saw a French soldier in
church (which was but seldom), he never seemed to utter a prayer. And I
feel bound to set down my experience, that so long as I was among them,
I never noticed a French soldier with a prayer-book; nor did I ever hear
one pray when dying. Others may have been more fortunate; but such was
the fact in my case, and I think it deplorable. But the average French
citizen appears to think nothing at all of religion.

Far otherwise was it with the Bavarians. And I have seen large numbers,
also, of the Prussians and North Germans, who belonged to the
Evangelical or other Churches, reading their prayer-books and their
Bibles in the Hospitals, and praying earnestly as a matter of course.
These manifestly had religious convictions; they served God with zeal
and courage according to their lights. But in France the decadence of
religion had been complete. No wonder, therefore, if she has fallen.
Such, indeed, was the judgment of Europe a few months later, when the
Commune, breaking out like a volcano, startled men from the Voltairean
lightness which, during too many years of frivolity and thoughtlessness,
had been the fashion. For a moment all were agreed in proclaiming the
necessity of a return to the beliefs and practices of their Christian
forefathers,--was it, perchance, too late?




CHAPTER XVII.

FALL OF METZ ANNOUNCED.--THE BAVARIANS EVACUATE ORLEANS.--OUR DIFFICULT
POSITION.--WE ARE TOLD OFF TO THE BATTLEFIELD.--THE ENGAGEMENT AND
VICTORY OF THE FRENCH.


On 28th Oct. the inhabitants of Orleans had read with dismay and
amazement the official report, printed and posted up as a placard on
their walls, of the surrender of Bazaine with his army, and the
capitulation of Metz. The majority were of opinion that the Marshal was
nothing but a traitor. Many, nevertheless, whom I met, scorned to
entertain such an opinion; whilst others went so far as to declare that
the whole thing was a German lie.

But to return to the subject of our Hospital. The wounded, as I have
already stated, came straggling in by twos and threes, bringing with
them reports of numerous skirmishes, which, according to their accounts,
invariably terminated in victory for the Germans. On the 6th and 7th
November, large caravans of wounded came into Orleans; and we now became
aware, through information gained from them, that the great Army of the
Loire, so much vaunted by the French, and which up to this moment we
thought had existed only in the imagination of the townsfolk, was no
myth, but a reality; while these convoys of wounded were the result of
something far more serious than skirmishes between the outposts.

With all this there was very little excitement in the town; and the
evening of the 8th arrived without anything happening to disturb the
ordinary routine of our Hospital work. About eight o'clock our Chief was
summoned to the headquarters of the Bavarian Commandant. Here he was
privately informed that the troops were going to evacuate Orleans that
very night; that there would most likely be a general engagement on the
morrow outside the town; and that, as they would be obliged to withdraw
their Field Hospital corps and their surgeons, they laid upon our
Ambulance the task of looking after all the wounded in their absence,
and thus formally delivered them over to our charge.

When we heard of this most unexpected move, we were, as may be supposed,
not a little excited. We could hardly believe that such a thing had
happened to the ever-victorious armies of the Fatherland as a set-back,
compelling them to give up this important position; and to describe our
state of mind during that night would be difficult. I had gone to the
Hospital about seven o'clock to see some patients, and all seemed quiet
and peaceable. Now, I could not help thinking that it would be a
sterling proof of the admirable organisation and discipline of an army
amounting to 15,000 men, if, at a couple of hours' notice, it could
evacuate, during the dead of the night, a large town like Orleans,
carrying away arms, ammunition, and a heavy train of guns, without the
knowledge of any but a few among the citizens. Some must have had their
suspicions aroused by the preparations which were already being made in
the Parks. But, until the appointed moment, when the bugle sounded, and
the whole garrison turned out to join their regiments, by far the
greater proportion of the inhabitants suspected nothing. Eleven o'clock
P.M. was the hour appointed to commence the evacuation.

At half-past ten I took my stand at the door of 64 Quai du Châtelet; and
as the clock tolled eleven, I saw the sentries on the bridges leaving
their posts and filing off in the direction of the Place Martroi.
Presently, battalion after battalion marched past, on their way from the
quarters in the side streets which adjoined the Quai. To our great grief
we found that our infirmarians were also ordered out, leaving not a soul
in charge of the Hospital, except the two surgeons on duty and their
assistants. These had to minister, as best they could, to the wants of
the poor deserted patients. The truth was that the Germans could not
spare a single man, and were compelled to take them along with the Army.

Some days before this, the bridge next us had been mined, and the powder
laid; we expected that it would be blown up during the night. As this
bridge was no more than a hundred yards from my bedroom window, I
retired to rest with such pleasant anticipations as may be supposed.
But, in spite of the excitement, I was quite overcome by fatigue, having
been at work all that day, and on duty the previous night; so that, in
my drowsy mood, I seemed to care little whether the bridge or myself
took an aerial flight. Next morning I repaired to the Hospital at six to
look after my wounded. On my way through the town I was astonished to
meet several pickets marching along the streets; but not another
soldier, save a few sentries, was now in the place; the latter being
left, as I afterwards heard, merely to keep up appearances. Everything
that they did not want to carry away with them the Germans put into a
luggage train, which started from the platform of our Hospital during
the night.

Great excitement now prevailed among the townspeople, and they moved
about the streets in crowds. All this time a heavy cannonade was going
on at the North-West side, in the direction of Orme; and the din and
roll of battle apprised us of the fact that a hot engagement was being
carried on not far off. Multitudes surged up on the bridge, and kept
their gaze fixed in the direction of the fighting, which was indicated,
not only by the booming of cannon, but by the wreaths of smoke which we
could see many miles away, ascending in the still air. All these
spectators chattered and gesticulated vehemently; nor could anything
exceed their emotion. They ran about shaking each other by the hands in
a fever of excitement, as the hour of their deliverance drew on apace.
Once again I saw wreaths of _immortelles_ placed upon the statue of the
Heroic Maid, which stands with drawn sword by the river.

When we had got through our Hospital work, we received orders to prepare
for an expedition to the field of battle. It had been determined,
however, that, in any circumstances, we should return to the Hospital
that night, and take up our medical duties again.

It was only now that we realised the awkwardness of our situation. Bound
to stand our ground, no matter who might be victorious (though none of
us anticipated the defeat of the Germans), the possibility of a French
victory and a fresh occupation of Orleans by the latter, filled us with
disquietude. We were under the direction of the foreigners, identified
with their cause, receiving our orders from them. Our sympathies were
supposed to be Prussian, while our Hospital and ourselves had been
maintained by requisitions on the town. Hence the question arose, what
kind of treatment should we receive at the hands of our new masters,
when the last of the Germans had quitted Orleans? Would they, in the
flush and the tumult of victory, overlook the fact that we were
neutrals, engaged simply in alleviating the horrors of war? It seemed
not to be impossible, so far as the population was concerned. But again,
would the French military admit of our claims to be an International
Ambulance? or take us prisoners and send us beyond the frontier? for
they could not detain us under the Convention of Geneva. Such were our
speculations when we left the town about 9 A.M. in our Ambulance
waggons, and with our flags flying. Drs. Parker and Warren were left
behind in charge of the Hospital. We took the road to Coulmiers, where
the firing was heaviest, and from which place it appeared to be rapidly
extending northwards.

As we passed along, the crowd on the bridge gave us a friendly cheer,
and I cannot recall a salutation that caused us more pleasure. The town
was still in the possession of the Germans, although their only
representatives were an under officer and a handful of men on sentry
duty, who could at any moment have been easily overpowered by the mob.
As our conveyances rolled through the gate of the Faubourg St. Jean,
leading out into the open country, we were surprised to find a solitary
German on guard, who saluted us as we passed. Probably he was even then
convinced of his approaching fate; but he knew his duty too well to
abandon his post. There, as Dr. Warren afterwards told us, he remained
until the French came and relieved him of his guard for ever.

In half an hour from our exit, we came up with a Bavarian battalion,
consisting of a regiment of 2000 men, about 300 cavalry, and a battery
of guns. Many of the officers were old friends of ours, and received us
very kindly. They were short of surgeons, and prevailed on us to stay
with them; saying that every minute they expected to be called into
action, and to receive their orders to advance. Our position, at this
time, was close in the rear of the fighting Bavarian army, and within
sight of the field of battle.

Thus it was that we were placed on the high road, upon a little rising
ground which commanded a view of the country between Baccon and
Coulmiers. Thence we saw that a fierce battle was raging, a host of
above 60,000 Frenchmen giving fight to perhaps some 15,000 Bavarians.
The result of so uneven a match became evident very early in the day. A
short time after noon, the South Germans had retreated from their
position in the woods and village in front of us, and the French were
appearing in force on the ground that their opponents had occupied an
hour previously.

The firing was now vigorous and incessant: the din and roar of battle
were something tremendous; and the French bombshells fell short of us
only by a few hundred yards. Our party, which was halting in ambush, and
as yet unperceived by the enemy, every moment expected the order to
advance. For ourselves the suspense was most painful, and yet we had to
remain there stationary for as much as an hour. During all this time the
men were in their ranks, ready for action. In that vast concourse not a
word was spoken: all appeared sullen and out of spirits; but that
sullenness was usual with them. Some, overcome by fatigue and
hunger--for they had not tasted anything but the bread which they
carried since the previous night--slept soundly just as they were,
leaning back on their knapsacks. While these slept, the others watched
their comrades being picked off on the plain below, apparently without
the smallest concern or excitement. Thus did they placidly view the
course of the battle, awaiting their turn to join in the fray, and add
to the number of the dead or dying.

About three o'clock the artillery fire slackened, and we joined in the
general backward movement which took place along the whole line. The
rattle of musketry resounded on every side of us, and was kept up
without intermission. The Bavarians, though fighting hard, were now
rapidly losing ground; and the French were not only advancing as fast as
they gave way, but threatening to close in upon them all round. They
were likewise striving to outflank them on the right; so that, by
half-past three, the German soldiers found themselves compelled to
retreat, though fighting still, lest the enemy should effect this
object. Thus, with the Loire at our back, we had only a narrow strip of
country between us and Orleans, by which to make good our escape. The
French, who swarmed along in every direction, fought desperately; and,
in particular, one regiment of Chasseurs à Pieds and Gardes Mobiles made
a most brilliant charge against the trained Bavarian veterans, who were
occupying in force the heights of Renardier. From this place they
dislodged the Teutons, who had then to join our force in the general
retreat.

By four o'clock on this autumnal day it was quite dark. The firing
gradually ceased, and the French remained in possession of all they had
captured. Now on the Bavarian side there was a general order given to
retreat; it was obeyed with alacrity. We followed the defeated army for
some distance; but when we learned that Étampes was their destination,
and that the German troops were utterly to abandon Orleans, we parted
company with them; for under any circumstances, and at all risks, we
were bound to return to our Hospital. From the first sound of the
retreat, which was carried out in quite an orderly but still in a
precipitate manner, we expected every moment to hear the French Cavalry
coming down upon us. It had been rumoured that they were present in
great force. This pleasant expectation compelled us to hasten our steps,
but neither we nor (as it turned out afterwards) any of the German
troops experienced the least molestation in our rapid retreat. What was
the explanation of so remarkable a pause in pursuit, considering that
General d'Aureilles de Paladine had a host of mounted men at his
command? We were told by the French that it was the result of
interference on the part of M. Léon Gambetta, who forbade Paladine to
follow up his victory. M. Gambetta suspected that the flight of the
Bavarians was a ruse to entice the French into a trap. He dreamed that
they had an auxiliary force somewhere in the neighbourhood, which might
surround the Army of the Loire, and bring about its irreparable ruin.
Whatever may have been the reason, certain it is that the Bavarians were
saved from annihilation. They retreated that night in perfect safety,
and were joined next day by the Grand Duke of Mecklenburg. They had
allowed the French to gain a victory, which proved to be their first and
last in this sanguinary contest.




CHAPTER XVIII.

AFTER THE BATTLE.--ORLEANS FROM WITHOUT AND WITHIN.--THE MOB AND THE
AMBULANCE.--THE BAVARIAN GIANT.


Our duty was now to return to the battlefield, and render all the
assistance we could to the wounded, so forthwith we retraced our steps;
and, though our day's experience, owing to circumstances over which we
had no control, had not been very fruitful of work, it was fraught with
much strain and anxiety. The night was dark, but we had no difficulty in
making out our way, the numerous camp fires in front serving us as
beacons. We pushed on to the scene of the day's conflict, Tilghman and
Sherwell riding ahead, to see that the route was clear.

One part of the road had a shrubbery at the left hand side; and, just as
we came to the corner of it, we perceived a figure standing amongst the
bushes. As we approached, the man stepped forward, and the light of our
waggon lamps revealed the uniform of a French soldier. He challenged,
and brought us to a halt. The difficulty of our situation was now
apparent. We were about to enter the French lines, having served the
Germans all day in a medico-military capacity, and having come from
their headquarters at Orleans.

A patrol on outpost duty quickly appeared on the scene, and we were
detained some time until an officer was brought up. Having questioned us
about all these particulars, and heard our replies, he informed us that
it would be necessary to conduct us to headquarters, and take us into
the presence of the General, before he could permit us to go on our way.
At the same time he showed us the utmost courtesy. We were now
surrounded by a strong escort, and had no choice but to follow. We soon
came in sight of the French camp, and as we passed by the rows of
cheerful blazing fires, around which were clustered, in merry groups,
the victors of the day, the ring of their mirth and revelry contrasted
with the deep gloom which had hung both upon ourselves and our German
colleagues since morning.

This great army was reckoned at 100,000 men, who now lay in the open
plain under canvas. We passed along through several regiments of the
Line, of Turcos, Zouaves, and Gardes Mobiles, all in excellent trim, and
as jolly and pleasant as possible. They did not at all appear to be the
undisciplined rabble which the Germans had represented to us. A rare
opportunity was now given of contrasting the relative strength of these
opposing armies; but on this subject no inquiries were made. On the
contrary, we received orders not to exchange a word on the matter.

Singing, eating, and drinking, appeared to be everywhere the business of
the night. Presently we came to a halt before M. de Paladine's tent; and
our chief, Dr. Tilghman, was conducted alone into his presence. The
doctor told him exactly what our position was; and how we had left our
quarters at Orleans to come and assist the wounded on the battlefield.
Our duty had been to pick up any that had escaped the notice of the
military surgeons, and to get them into the neighbouring houses. But,
said Dr. Tilghman, we were bound to return to Orleans next day, and
resume charge of our wounded. This was a difficult matter to settle;
for, as the French had not followed up their victory, they were still
under the impression that Orleans was in German hands, nor could we
undeceive them. The question was, would it be safe to let us go back
when we had been through the camp of the French, and had made
observations on their position? Upon this head Dr. Tilghman speedily
received a satisfactory answer. General de Paladine observed courteously
that, in dealing with us, he had to deal with English and American
gentlemen, who had already given abundant proof of their honour and the
integrity of their word. In short, when Dr. Tilghman had shown all his
papers, and the testimonials of past services rendered to the French,
the old General was profuse in his acknowledgments, being evidently in
high good humour over his day's success.

When the interview came to an end, the members of the 5th Ambulance
received us most cordially, and invited us to mess with them. But, after
some deliberation, Dr. Tilghman, thanking them for their kindness, and
deeming our position an awkward one, determined immediately to retrace
his steps to Orleans, from whence he could, on the following day, send
waggons to take as many of the wounded as possible into the town. He had
good reasons for thus acting, and without waiting for a morsel of bread
or a glass of wine, we moved out of the camp on our way homewards.

In a large space, near the General's quarters, lay the bodies of several
Bavarians--perhaps a dozen, some of whom had their faces turned up as
they were lying, and looked very ghastly. Outside the camp, the ground
was strewn, in some places quite thickly, with the Bavarian soldiers who
had fallen on that day, which had proved so disastrous to their arms.
The sight, though no longer strange, was all the same a sad one to us,
for we had begun to look upon the wearers of the light blue uniform with
friendly fellow-feeling, and we seemed (so fast does the time run in a
campaign) to have been long associated with them. I shall not here
describe the battlefield, since my view of it, by the light of our lamps
and of the moon (for a beautiful moon arose just in time to show us the
way home), was, of necessity, rather limited. But, in any case, I doubt
the possibility of depicting, as they really present themselves, the
details of a battlefield. Who can do justice to the heartrending scenes
of warfare as carried on with modern weapons, the chief excellence of
which seems to consist in the degree of mutilation which they can
inflict on the bodies of those against whom they are directed?

Before relating our entrance into Orleans, I will give Warren and
Parker's account of what had happened in the town after our departure.

As the day advanced, and rumours were spread of a French victory, the
excitement of the townsfolk knew no bounds. They rushed frantically
about in all directions, but did not dare to interfere with the few
soldiers on guard at the gates of the Mairie and at the Hospital.

In the afternoon, however, when it became generally known that the
Germans were retreating, not towards the town but in the direction of
Étampes, the populace became most riotous, and from the manner in which
they menaced the unfortunate guards, it was plain that their lives were
in great danger. At our Hospital, indeed, where there were ten men on
guard over some Ambulance waggons at the door, the mob met with a stern
opposition. The German soldiers stood together, with their swords drawn,
and, bidding defiance to the crowd, were determined not to budge an
inch, but rather to die than relinquish the charge assigned to them.

These brave fellows, who stood so resolutely by their post, would most
assuredly have met with a violent death at the hands of the Orleaners,
had not the Mayor sent out a _Parlementaire_, accompanied by a body of
the Gendarmerie of the town, and requested them, in the name of the
Government of National Defence, to lay down their arms. This they did
willingly, as they saw the danger of their position, and so they were
taken off as prisoners to the Mairie. A great crowd followed, howling
and yelling in the most disgraceful manner during the whole journey.

Just about the time when the sentries were removed, the blue blouses
rushed into our Hospital and seized all the rifles which they could lay
hands on. The wards and other offices of the railway terminus now
presented a scene of unutterable confusion. Drs. Warren and Parker, like
true Britons, in spite of all this, remained at their posts; they
refused to allow any of the mob to enter our store-rooms, or private
Bureaux, and, although repeatedly threatened, would not submit to the
intrusion. But their demeanour was so calm and steady that they
experienced no rough usage. Their situation during that tumultuous day
was certainly far from enviable. In the forenoon, several officers who
had been wounded, and were in consequence left behind, came to our men
entreating them to keep their swords for them, or else to let them hide
them in our store-rooms. This request we were bound to refuse; but they
succeeded in putting their weapons away among some bedding, which was
lying in the waggon sheds at the terminus.

A very amusing incident occurred at this time. There was a young
Bavarian officer, the tallest man I have ever seen except one (who was,
of course, an Irishman), who had been slightly wounded in the hand. For
this reason he had been left on duty in the town, and not seeing any way
of escape, slipped into our Hospital in the afternoon; but, finding that
the mob was becoming riotous and might at any moment discover him, he
divested himself of his helmet, cuirass, and uniform--he belonged to the
household cavalry--which Drs. Warren and Parker consented to stow away
in a corner. But in vain did they search for a bed long enough to cover
the prostrate form of their giant; and it was only by stratagem that
they succeeded at last in concealing him. The young man spoke English
well, and was evidently by birth a gentleman. I cannot recall his name.
Hardly was he settled in his hiding-place when, as Dr. Warren told us,
some of the mob rushed wildly through the Hospital; whereupon the doctor
sat down leisurely on the bed beneath which our hero lay half smothered.
When the tumult had somewhat subsided, and darkness set in, our brave
cuirassier, bruised and sore from the hard boards, at length was allowed
to creep out.

He now donned a suit of peasant's clothes, or rather two suits, for it
took all that to cover him, and even then, as the Irish proverb has it,
he looked "like a crane in a crate". All this notwithstanding, he
appeared in his disguise every inch a soldier, and a German to boot. For
a heavy bribe he procured a donkey cart, in which he seated himself,
with legs crossed on some bundles of fuel, and a carter's bullock whip
in his hand, and thus set out on his perilous journey. Having arrived
safely outside the town, he took to his heels, and by-and-by chartering
an old worthless animal from a peasant, reached the German headquarters
in Étampes. It will be of interest to state that, subsequently, at the
retaking of Orleans, this officer was one of the first to greet us on
entering the town; and his satisfaction at recovering his helmet,
cuirass, and accoutrements was unbounded.




CHAPTER XIX.

OUR AMBULANCE RETURNS.--ENTRY OF THE FRENCH.--THEIR DISHEVELLED
APPEARANCE AND DISARRAY.--WE ARE SENT OUT OF THE RAILWAY STATION.


Now that I have given a rough sketch of some of the experiences of Drs.
Parker and Warren, to whom I am indebted for the foregoing particulars,
I must return to our Ambulance cortège, which I left in the moonlight
making its way back to Orleans at the dead of the night.

About an hour after our interview with the General we found ourselves in
the open country, whence we could see the glare in the sky thrown up by
the numerous fires in the French camp which we had just quitted. The
early part of the night had been bright and fine, but ere long we had to
encounter a storm of wind, hail, and rain. For some time we had much
difficulty in picking our way, as the roads were narrow and winding, as
well as rugged. Calling at the few peasants' houses which we passed, in
order to get directions, we found the inhabitants in a frenzy of fear,
and either unwilling or incapable of assisting us. We learned,
subsequently, from the owner of Château Renardier, that they took us for
Prussians, and our French _infirmiers_ for spies. When we had gone past
these scattered dwellings, we came at length on the broad _route
Impériale_, which we needed only to pursue in order to arrive at our
journey's end. Frequent were our surmises as to whether the French or
the Germans, or either, were in occupation of Orleans. After what had
happened that day, and especially as the Army of the Loire seemed to be
making no effort to advance, we could none of us tell what the case
within the city might be. We drew near anxiously, but observed that no
pickets had been set, nor were we challenged by outposts or sentries.
This led us to imagine that the place was no longer in the occupation of
the Germans; for otherwise we never should have come thus far without
being halted by their numerous sentinels. Outposts, we knew, would have
been planted along the roads for miles outside the town by them; whereas
experience told us that the present state of things was not in the least
incompatible with a French occupation, and with French military tactics.

We passed on unmolested until we got to the same gates by which we had
come out that morning. Then, at last, as we entered, the challenge came,
and we were brought to a standstill. We all now tried to catch a
glimpse of the sentry in the darkness; we advanced slowly, and our lamps
revealed a slight, well-built man, in a grey tweed uniform and tan
leather leggings, with a Tyrolese, or kind of wide-awake hat, surmounted
by a feather, set on the side of his head. Clearly this was no German.
With his rifle slung across his shoulder in the most nonchalant manner,
he put his questions to us. Who were we, whence had we come, and whither
were we going? Having satisfied himself upon these points, he leisurely
blew his whistle, and quickly brought to his side about half a dozen men
similarly clad, accoutred and armed. One of these turned out to be an
Englishman, who conversed freely with us, and was most polite, giving
our chief the password. He informed us that they were a body of
Francs-Tireurs, who had come from the country across the Loire, and had
occupied the town a few hours before nightfall. They numbered only a
hundred, and with the exception of a company of Gardes Mobiles, there
were no regulars in the town. On the way to our quarters we were several
times challenged by pickets patrolling the streets, but giving the
password we were allowed to go forward, and so reached our quarters,
thoroughly worn out, at three in the morning.

Dr. Sherwell and Mr. Adams were immediately sent to the Hospital to
relieve Parker and Warren, who came back to the Quai du Châtelet and
reported the thrilling incidents which had happened while we were away,
some of which I have endeavoured to set down above. We were given only a
brief interval for sleep. At an early hour we had to be up and about the
Hospital, dressing and attending to the wounded, who had suffered
considerably in our absence, not so much from lack of surgical aid, as
from want of food and drink. For all the military nurses had been drawn
away; and the onerous task of giving them food and looking after them
had devolved on Parker and Warren, a duty which, in spite of all
difficulties, they did their utmost to fulfil. Much credit is due to
these gentlemen for their brave and noble conduct upon that memorable
day. By their coolness and determination they made all safe for their
helpless patients, and protected them from the violence, which might
easily have gone to great excess, of the rabble of Orleans.

About ten o'clock on the morning of the 10th, Mackellar, Wallace, and
our acting chief, Dr. Tilghman, went out with their waggons to the
battlefield about Coulmiers and Baccon, and picking up some thirty-three
badly-wounded men brought them into the city. We were much distressed to
hear from them, how, on going over the battlefield, one of the first
bodies which met their gaze was that of a young Bavarian surgeon, who
used to work with us at the railway terminus when we first came. The
poor fellow lay on his back, his face turned up, stripped of his boots
and trousers, which no doubt had been appropriated by some plundering
Frenchman, who was in need of both. It is incidents like this which
bring home to one the horror and the waste of war.

That same morning, when business required me to go through the town, I
was astonished to see the motley collection of French soldiery which had
flocked in from all quarters. It was not their numbers which surprised
me,--I had set eyes on the Grande Armée of Sedan,--but the variety of
uniforms, and the quaint unmilitary get-up of the individuals who
composed this array of M. Gambetta's. Many in the first regiment that
passed along seemed to be half in German and half in French costume. One
fellow had put on a pair of Bavarian trousers and boots, another had a
complete French costume all but his helmet, another German sidearms and
belt, or a French uniform and a Bavarian plume. The trousers and boots
of the enemy appeared, however, to be in greatest demand. Fully one
third of the new-comers were raw recruits, and little more than boys. To
complete the incongruity of the scene a large _American_ flag was borne
upon a staff as the standard of this regiment, having the words
"Liberté, Egalité, Fraternité" stamped on pennants which hung from each
corner.

One could not help smiling as one watched this miscellaneous rag-tag
collection marching past. We asked one fellow where they were going; he
answered gravely, "To Paris, in order to crush (_écraser_) the Germans".
After these came a regiment of poorly clad boys, looking cold and weary,
as well as homesick. Some of the latter had wooden shoes, in which they
clogged lamely along the pavements, in a slouching style that was by no
means soldierlike. Then followed, by way of a redeeming feature, one of
the regiments of the Line, in which every man bore himself splendidly.
After these, we remarked companies of Francs-Tireurs, and detachments of
the Garde Mobile, who marched along in the haphazard manner of civilians
during a public procession. One youth, possibly a half-witted fellow, or
a volunteer who had joined _en route_, made me laugh heartily. He was
dressed in full Bavarian costume, plume and all, and marched along
bearing a most impassive countenance, quite unaware of the ridiculous
figure he was cutting, in a uniform that was much too big for him, and
in a helmet and plume which no doubt became their original broad-faced
owner, but certainly never were meant to adorn the head of a thin and
sharp-featured Frenchman. How it came about that these fellows were
permitted by their officers, for very shame, to make such a spectacle of
themselves, I did not understand, until an intelligent townsman let me
into the secret of the soldiers' wardrobe, by assuring me that the
men's boots and clothes were made for sale rather than use, and were
all thoroughly rotten.

The excitement and enthusiasm of the townspeople were, as I need hardly
say, beyond description. They rushed about shaking each other by the
hands, and swearing to do terrible things on the Prussians, when their
troops had once got into Germany.

Early in the afternoon, during the entry of the French divisions, no
less amusement than bustle was created at our quarters on the Quai du
Châtelet, by our Turco Jean rushing wildly up the town, in his white
apron and cap, with a rifle in his hand, to meet the regiment of his
fellow-Turcos, which, as some one had told him, was among the arrivals.
He went as on wings to the Place Martroi, and finding that such was
indeed the case, threw himself into the embraces of his companions.
These were also in a fever of excitement. They crowded round the statue
of Joan of Arc, and waving turbans on the points of their bayonets,
yelled as loudly as their throats would suffer them: "Vive l'Empereur! A
bas la République!" Had they been natives they might have been shot for
sedition. In this little episode Jean cut the most ludicrous figure,
entering into the demonstration heart and soul; for like every Turco, he
dearly loved his Imperial master. Even now, when all was over, the Turco
was still his devotedly attached friend, and scorned to conceal his
loyalty towards the man for whom he had fought with such valour and
desperation. It may perhaps be asked whether to introduce these Algerian
barbarians into civilised warfare was not as great a crime as the
employment, during the last century, of Red Indians by the English and
French in North America. Their appearance at the statue of the Maid was
certainly in a high degree picturesque.

I am, of course, incapable of describing the varied scenes of excitement
which greeted the soldiers on every side. How long would such an army
keep its hold on Orleans, I asked myself as I moved about, bewildered by
the seething crowds. Not long, it seemed to me. When later in the day,
every café was crowded with soldiers, they appeared to be feasting
freely in order to make up for past short commons. All seemed
thoughtless, gay, and oblivious of danger. Nor did they care one jot,
apparently, what had become of the Germans. Truly, these French are an
astonishing people!

In my short walk from the Quai du Châtelet I could not have seen less
than ten thousand men, and again I was struck by the contrast between
the soldiers of the two nations. In the stunted and undeveloped make of
these youthful French levies, any observant spectator, though not a
physician, might have beheld the offspring of parents who had overtaxed
their vital energies by dissipation and luxury. Physical degeneration
had set in among the inhabitants, not of the large towns only,--such as
Marseilles, Lyons, and Paris, or Roubaix and St. Étienne,--but in the
rural parts of the country likewise, ever since the days of the
Revolution. Napoléon's wars had consumed the men of France during his
twenty campaigns. But that was not all. I have spoken of the decay of
religion; it was a patent fact; and, with religion, morality had seen
its own influence decline. Legal restrictions on the disposal of
property had given strength to the system, whereby married persons
limited their families according to their means and social position.
That is the undoubted cause of the estrangement between the average
layman and the Catholic clergy that has so long prevailed; for against
this system the clergy have set their faces, as they were bound to do.
With such parents, and especially when their fathers set them the
example, it was not to be wondered at if the growing lads had put away
religion at an early age, and so lost the moral restraint which would
have enabled them to turn out valiant men, sound in mind as in body, and
a match for any Germans. Their sunken eyes and pinched faces, their
whole bearing, indeed, told a very different tale. We were looking on,
in those unhappy days, at the wreck of a population which, in shame and
defeat, was paying the penalty of laws not to be broken with impunity.

So much for the rank and file. As regards the singular want of courage
no less than competency among their officers, it may with truth be
affirmed that one of the main factors, in addition to those already
mentioned, was the total neglect of early training, and the absence of
that physical education which tends to a manly development. This system,
which characterises public school life in England and Germany, and which
results for the most part in a straightforward character, and an
undaunted temper, had not then been introduced into France. It is now
not unknown there, and will perhaps change the disposition of the coming
generations. Many tokens there are to prove that such a change is
greatly needed.

Towards evening equal confusion and consternation was caused by our
receiving an order from the French Commandant to evacuate the railway
station in two days. We were told that we must by that time have all our
wounded taken away. Dr. Tilghman protested that we could not complete
the evacuation of the buildings in less than four days, and we were
allowed the time required, but informed that as traffic would recommence
immediately, our business was at once to clear out of the
stationmaster's and superintendent's offices, which we did forthwith.

On the next morning, the 11th, a long train full of people arrived on
the platform. They were the first passengers we had seen since our
coming to the place. The change now suddenly wrought was wonderful.
Where up to this we had been masters, and where the profound silence had
for a long time been broken only by the chat of the medical staff, or by
the groans and cries of the wounded, we were now jostled about on a
densely crowded platform, and could hardly hear our own voices, so great
were the din and clamour of passengers endeavouring to secure seats in
an outgoing train, or to get their luggage from the one which had just
arrived. I enjoyed the novelty of the thing much, although the shrieking
of railway whistles, and the hissing of the steam-engines were no
pleasant sounds to have continuously in one's ears.

While we remained, I saw numbers of French soldiers going round to the
beds of our wounded Germans and shaking hands with them. These friendly
enemies tried to convey their meaning by signs and gesticulations; they
gave away their tobacco; arranged the beds; and did many other little
acts of kindness, which were received with no less good will by the
Germans. It was a pretty sight. On one matter French and Bavarians
seemed of one opinion, which the latter expressed in their quaint phrase
of "Bismarck Caput". "Caput," that strong man armed undoubtedly had
proved himself to be.

It was whilst standing on the platform awaiting the arrival of a train
when I had finished my Hospital work, that I saw the new Dictator, M.
Léon Gambetta. I knew him at once from the description that had been
given me. He was speaking in low, earnest tones to an elderly gentleman,
a member of the Provisional Government, and when I had surveyed his by
no means elegant form, and caught from beneath a pair of prominent and
bushy eyebrows several glances of his dark piercing eyes, I came to the
conclusion that his appearance was not at all prepossessing. His
military discernment on the day of Coulmiers, which had saved the
Bavarian army from total ruin, I have mentioned in its place. I never
saw him again.

Our chief was now busily engaged looking out for a building, public or
private, in which we could establish our Hospital. After much
difficulty, a large and spacious mansion, belonging to a gentleman named
D'Allaine, was placed by him at our disposal, and thither we determined
to transport our wounded as soon as practicable. The house was situated
off the Place du Grand Marché, behind the Quai du Châtelet;--that being
the old market-place, and one of the most ancient parts of the town. It
had one great advantage; it was only a few minutes' walk from our
quarters. The authorities also put at our disposal the Caserne St.
Charles, a large building across the river. We despatched the greater
part of our invalids into that caserne at once.

The first man to be sent out of the railway station in order to make
room for the traffic was Martin Dilger, the surviving tenant of the
goods-shed, to whose successful battle for life I have already alluded.
His almost miraculous recovery made him better known to my colleagues
than all the rest; and though I had upwards of twenty at that time under
my charge, he commonly went by the name of "Ryan's man". I had taken
particular care of his food, getting him meat, wine, and fruit as I
could, and even that great rarity, a chicken, which latter was not easy
to come at, especially if there happened to be Turcos about, for at
stealing poultry these Africans are worse than foxes. Dilger was quite
strong and merry when I removed him to D'Allaine's house. He showed his
delight and gratitude in every possible way, often alluding to his
condition when in the shed at the railway station; and he had a somewhat
German habit of making me laugh by hiccoughing in order to recall to me
that painful symptom from which he had suffered. He has since written to
me several times, and I will give a specimen of his letters in due
course. The poor fellow had left at home a wife and children, which was
no slight addition to his other troubles.

As great numbers of wounded were being brought into the town, and it was
difficult to find accommodation for them, we hastened to get the Caserne
St. Charles ready, and received into it a large batch of them. These
were principally Germans, sent to us by reason of our previous
association with their armies. When we had got everything here into
working order, conceive our amazement and wrath on hearing that Dr.
Tilghman had been told immediately to evacuate the Barracks! Room was to
be made for the Foreign Legion. There was no alternative; remonstrance
would have been waste of time; and we put our hand to this fresh and
most provoking move. While it was being carried out, as the wounded must
be taken to our Hospital at D'Allaine's, Dr. Parker and I were busily
employed in transporting them across the town, using for this purpose
every available conveyance. Thus we were compelled by the French
authorities to take out of their beds, as best we could, men in dire
agony, some even at the door of death, and all severely wounded.

I could not recall without pain the details of the scenes which
accompanied their transportation. As I have said, their wounds were all
of the gravest character; some were mortal, the majority were
amputations, and the remainder compound fractures, or severe lacerated
shell wounds. To shake the bed of many of these patients, or even to
move them gently, was to cause them acute suffering. One may imagine the
agony of these brave fellows when they were hauled out on their
mattresses and put, two or three together, into a cart or waggon, which,
no matter how carefully driven, had to jostle them along the weary
streets to their place of destination.

I went successively into several of the waggons where some of the worst
cases were, and did all in my power to mitigate their dreadful pains;
but, in spite of everything I could do, they moaned most piteously as
the wheels bumped over any roughness in the pavement. I thought a bullet
through the heart was preferable to such agony as they endured. Even to
look on at it was too much.

About 18th November, we had completely evacuated the Station. The last
batch consisted of those who had been lying in the refreshment rooms,
and, as these apartments were not required by the railway officials,
they did not oblige us to remove our wounded in such precipitous haste.
Every day fresh supplies of wounded were being brought in; and not only
every available nook and corner in our Hospital was occupied, but also
many of the neighbouring houses. It was, however, expressly forbidden by
the public authorities that any house should harbour the military,
whether wounded or not, unless a declaration of their presence had been
made, and leave obtained.

Our work was now very heavy and our energies tasked to the utmost.
Besides the evil of overcrowding, we had to contend against the
innumerable difficulties consequent on our having been ordered about
from one place to another without notice, or sufficient time to make
preparations for departure. Then upon getting into our new quarters we
had to re-establish our culinary and commissariat departments, on which
everything depended, as well as to re-organise the system of Hospital
management, and put the whole into working order. Until this was
effected (which would take about a week) our whole day's work was
nothing but a scramble from morning till night. Our chief was completely
distracted from constantly receiving orders to have certain things done,
and then (as in the case of the Caserne St. Charles) just when he had
accomplished them, and was settled down, getting fresh orders
countermanding the first. All this was thoroughly French,--at least, it
was quite in accordance with our experience of their system.

For the first few days after the return of the French, the revelry and
rejoicings of the townspeople were excessive. From the appearance of the
streets, the bustle, and the dense crowds, one would have thought that
some great festival was being celebrated. It was astonishing to hear
these people talk and boast of their glorious victory of Coulmiers--the
first they had gained, and, as it was to prove, also the last. But it
would sadden the heart of any lover of France to witness these
frivolities, these humiliating follies of her vain-glorious and
light-hearted citizens, who never seemed to think seriously of anything,
no matter how grave the issue.

Soon, however, the bustle in the streets subsided, and the military
became comparatively few in number; many had gone to the front. But
there was an evident intention of making a stand at Orleans, should the
main body of the army be compelled to fall back again. I saw hundreds of
men hard at work erecting barricades and earthworks across the
faubourgs; while trenches and rifle pits were cut in all directions
through the vineyards which lay about the suburbs of the town. An order
was issued by the Commandant to leave the tall vine stakes standing, so
that they might hinder the progress of the enemy, should they re-invest
the place. If I may be allowed to anticipate, these very stakes were a
most serious impediment to their own retreat before the Germans during
the following month. Wherever they are abundant in vine-growing
districts they make the country impervious both to cavalry and
artillery, and form a splendid ambuscade for infantry troops in action.
But the disadvantages of them from another point of view seem to have
been overlooked.

It was a source of deep regret to me, during this campaign, that I was
not better posted on military matters; for, had I been acquainted even
with the rudiments of war tactics, the numerous and important military
operations which were carried on immediately under my observation would
have been intelligible to me without the aid of an expert, and that
blank which now must be left in this slight record might have been
filled up with many most interesting details.

The few convalescents who had acted as our _infirmiers_ and attendants,
and with whom we had been working the Hospital since the evening of the
8th,--at which time, as the reader will not have forgotten, all our
regular nurses and _infirmiers_ were drawn away for active service--were
now sent off to Pau as prisoners of war. This we thought unwise and
intolerable; but it was done in spite of remonstrances on our part that
such dealing was nothing less than a violation of the Geneva Convention.
What did we get in their place? Simply a scratch company of French
_infirmiers_, whom we had much difficulty in knocking into shape, and
whom we found by no means so ready to submit to discipline as had been
their German predecessors. One of the new arrivals was a little fellow
named Jack, by birth a native of Flanders, but who had been all his life
on board a ship in the British Merchant Service, and who had had the
top of a finger shot off. He had joined the Foreign Legion, not, as he
told us, from any liking for war or for France, but in order to be with
an old companion who had joined that corps. He was quite a little dwarf,
and unsuited to hospital work; but his superiors, deeming him, I
daresay, no great ornament to his regiment, had handed him over to us as
an _infirmier_. Besides his native language, he spoke English, French,
and German fluently, and professed to be able to converse in Spanish and
Italian. This might have been of service to us in an emergency; but the
following anecdote will show what a treasure we had got in our Fleming.

One night Dr. Mackellar and I were on duty with Jack when a case of
extensive contusion (with compound fracture of the leg) began to bleed;
and Mackellar came to the conclusion that immediate amputation was the
only course possible. We therefore set about removing the limb. Dr.
Mackellar operated, and I assisted and gave chloroform, while Jack was
to hand the sponges, carbolised water and other requisites. In the
middle of the operation, our good dwarf, getting nervous at a sight to
which he was so little accustomed, lost his self-control and while
endeavouring to effect a retreat, fell on his head to the ground in a
swoon. I am afraid we both laughed at the prostrate brave, who was a
regular lion in his own opinion. Left to ourselves to do the work, we
had some difficulty in finishing the operation satisfactorily. But that
was the last occasion on which Jack figured as an assistant in the
operation room.




CHAPTER XX.

AMERICAN FRANCS-TIREURS.--PONTOON BRIDGE OVER THE LOIRE.--FRENCH
CARELESSNESS.--SOLITARY DEATHS OF THE WOUNDED.


About this time a small regiment of American volunteers, in Franc-Tireur
uniform, passed through Orleans on their way to the front. Their Colonel
called on us, and offered a place as assistant surgeon to any who might
be willing to join. Had I been at liberty, the spirit of adventure would
assuredly have prompted me to accept his offer, and he pressed me hard
to do so; but the required permission was wanting. These men, I
afterwards heard, joined General Bourbaki, and having been driven over
the Swiss frontier, were detained as prisoners of war.

About the 20th November Dr. Pratt returned, bringing with him two
gentlemen, Mr. Olive and Mr. Wombwell, who were to take charge of the
commissariat and store department. They had been in London, and brought
a large supply of stores. They, like Hayden and myself, had been taken
by Francs-Tireurs, not once, however, but twice, and only the French
passport which Dr. Pratt held ever since his departure from Paris,
prevented them from being shot out of hand as Prussian spies.

A work of great interest was being carried on by the garrison within
sight of our windows on the Quai. It was the construction of a pontoon
bridge across the Loire, for the more speedy passage of troops. The
Germans, some weeks previously, at the time we arrived in Orleans, had
attempted a similar bridge; but before they had half finished it, a
flood came one night and swept the whole thing away, to the intense
amusement and delight of the Orleaners. The pontoon bridge which the
French now constructed, showed not only the perfection to which military
engineering had been brought, but also the acquaintance which the
natives possessed with the sudden and violent floods which were wont
unexpectedly to swell the current of that great river, causing its
waters to rise in a few hours so as to overflow its banks and flood the
adjoining country. The bridge was composed, not of pontoon boats, but of
large barges, which had been used on the river for the freight of
merchandise. These were connected with one another by pine trees, which
themselves had been lashed together by spars. A rough idea of the size
of the bridge will be given if I state that it took thirty-three such
barges to make its length, and that they were about ten feet apart.

Active preparations were now being made on all sides for a determined
stand. Every one said that ere many days were over, the enemy would be
once more upon them, but they reckoned that an engagement, though sure
to be bloody and desperate, would end in a decisive victory for the
French army. Such was the gossip of the town, and of officers in the
cafés whom I fell in with.

Another event, of even greater interest than the construction of the
bridge, was the entrance, one frosty morning, of a body of marine
infantry, bearing with them four gunboats placed on long timber waggons,
each drawn by eight horses. It is not easy to describe how very novel
and curious an appearance this flotilla on dry land presented as it
passed slowly down the Rue Royale, each gunboat fully rigged, and
carrying on board its bright brass cannons which glistened in the sun.

As I happened to have half an hour to spare, I followed the marines,
curious to see what would become of this extraordinary naval procession.

The limber waggons with their cross beams, on which the keels of the
boats rested, took up nearly the entire breadth of the street. When they
arrived on the Quai du Châtelet, I found myself one of a large crowd
that had been drawn there by the same motive, and we wondered much how
these unwieldy things could be launched. It was surprising with what
facility this was done by comparatively few hands; but, presently, when
our interest in the performance had yielded to admiration, we saw the
last of the gunboats turn upside down as soon as it was in the water,
flinging cannon, men, and everything on board into the Loire. The danger
seemed not so great as it might have been, and we were much amused.
There followed universal scramble of excited Frenchmen to haul their
comrades out of the stream; but their whole idea of assisting the
struggling men was to gesticulate frantically at them, and at their
neighbours on shore, and to maul one another in a fashion as ludicrous
as it was unseasonable. Some of the marines, however, let down a boat
and brought their comrades on shore. But it was not until next day that
they were able to right the gunboat, and they never fished up the cannon
and other materials which had sunk with it.

I often watched these diminutive men-of-war as they cruised about at a
great speed, for they were driven by steam, with their guns as bright as
gold, and the tricolour flying from their sterns.

On the banks of the river opposite our quarters, there were several
cannon placed on the footpath with a sentry on each. And speaking of
sentries, I am reminded how great was the difference between the French
and the German method of occupying a town in time of war. When the
Germans were at Orleans, they set a sentry at every street corner,
several at either end of the bridges, one in every public square, and
one at the door of every person at all distinguished. A stranger would
be challenged at every couple of hundred yards, nor could he pass along
anywhere unobserved. Not so was it with the French. During their stay we
seldom came across a sentry, and, when we did, he took no more notice of
those who passed by, or of what went on in his neighbourhood, than if he
had been at a review.

Again, during the French occupation, we missed the noise and rattle of
the many hours of morning drill in which our Germans troops were daily
practised, no matter how long had been their previous marches, or how
severe the hardships they had undergone. During the weeks which the
French spent in Orleans I never once saw their soldiers at drill. When
they came into the town they simply threw their arms into a corner in
their quarters, and left them there until they were again on the move.
That such was the case I have personal reason to know; for in a house
where I was attending a wounded man, I saw such a collection of arms,
and they remained untouched till the regiment to which their owners
belonged took its departure.

But this was only in keeping with all that I had seen of the discipline
and internal _régime_ of their armies. A significant token of their
ignorance with regard to the country in which they were fighting was
that, immediately on entering Orleans, they requisitioned, by public
placards, all maps of the surrounding districts which might be in the
hands of the inhabitants, ordering them to be delivered up forthwith to
the military commandant. Thus did their organisation prove itself in
every detail either deficient or slovenly. And on all sides there was
accumulating evidence of something radically unsound in the army as in
the people.

About November 22, the Inspector-General of French Ambulances called to
see us formally at the railway station with Messieurs Crémieux and
Bezoin, two active members of the Provisional Government. With all three
we shook hands solemnly, and received their thanks for the assistance we
had rendered to the French wounded. They signified to our chief that
France would be in a position, by-and-by, to make some public
recognition of our services; and after the exchange of other compliments
bade us a cordial farewell.

In the midst of the excitement and bustle, consequent on the fact that
Orleans was now the headquarters of the Army of the Loire, we continued
our daily labour at the bedsides of the wounded, caring little about
what was happening outside our own sphere of work. Many of our wounded
were scattered through the town; and these, comfortably established in
private houses, we visited every day. As already stated, after leaving
the terminus we took up our quarters at M. d'Allaine's in the old
market-place. Here we set up our Hospital exclusively for German
wounded, as, in the circumstances under which we found ourselves in the
town during the French occupation, and taking into consideration the
nature of our mission there, we considered the care of the wounded whom
the Germans had left to us as our primary duty. For this reason we kept
them together as much as possible, that they might not fall into other
and less attentive hands; and when we had done our duty by them, we
bestowed such time as we could spare upon any French wounded that came
under our charge.

At this time our position in Orleans was extremely critical. All knew
that we had been in the service of the Germans, and that they had looked
upon us as part and parcel of their medical army corps; and we could
hear many a subdued expletive when we passed along the streets. It was,
however, most likely for this reason that no one dared to molest us.
They had learned by a bitter experience how inevitable was the
Prussians' day of retribution, and they knew with what severity the
invaders punished any outrage on their friends.

Now it was that Colonel Reilly, Captain Frazer and Colonel Hozier
arrived in Orleans with the headquarters of General d'Aureilles de
Paladine, as _attachés_ to the Foreign Embassy. They came several times
to mess, and spent their evenings with us,--pleasant jovial men, and as
brave as they were agreeable. Nothing could be more welcome, when one
was fagged and worn out after a long day's work among the wounded, than
to turn in to a comfortable dinner with nearly a score of good-natured
fellows, who vied with one another in making the evening pass pleasantly
for all. Never a wrangle, never a hasty or bickering word was exchanged;
never did an unkind remark or an ungenerous act mar that friendly
harmony which existed among the Ambulance corps then working unitedly
under the banners of England and America.

I often look back with feelings of satisfaction to the cheery circle we
used to form when mess was over, seated round a large wood fire; and I
can still see the grinning face of "Nigger Charlie" as he entered the
room, bearing in his hand a large wash-hand basin of steaming punch with
a dash of brandy and port in it, flavoured with spices and lemon, which
we could pronounce with a good conscience to be all it seemed.

Our work was taxing and incessant, but nothing is too hard if one goes
at it with a will. Yet my advice to anybody who has a soft drop in him,
and who contemplates entering upon a campaign, would be that he had
better stay at home.

One of our party was a good musician, and every evening entertained us
by playing on a piano which we borrowed from a merchant, as the Scotch
would call him, in the town. This was a grand resource after supper when
we all came together. And so much for our leisure hours.

In the daily routine of professional work at this time I have nothing
out of the way to chronicle. There was one case, however, the
particulars of which might be interesting. The patient's name was Karl
Melchers, a young artilleryman, who had been shot in the leg at the end
of October, and whose thigh was subsequently amputated at the railway
station. He had been transferred then to M. d'Allaine's, where, to my
grief, he showed symptoms of approaching pyæmia. Reluctantly, but
forthwith, I determined that he must be put out of the Hospital; and I
took peremptory orders from my chief to that effect.

Now the difficulty was to find a place where I could lodge poor
Melchers. I tried at the neighbouring houses, but all that were not
occupied by invalids were full of the rank and file of the army now
billeted through the town. Not a nook could I discover anywhere. In the
yard, however, there was an empty stable, and into this I had no choice
but to have Melchers conveyed. In order to give the place a less dreary
appearance--it was dismal enough--I procured some straw, and had it laid
on the pavement. He was then brought down on his mattress, and I never
shall forget the poor fellow's face when he caught the first glimpse of
those new quarters which he felt that he should not long occupy.

When he found himself laid on the straw, alone, and separated from his
companions perhaps for ever, the utter desolation of his fate dawned
upon him, and he sobbed audibly. Yet he was a fine brave young fellow,
with piercing black eyes, dark hair and whiskers, and a very high
forehead. We were the best of friends; and I did all in my power, little
enough as it was, to comfort him. I persuaded one of our nursing
sisters, a native of Luxemburg, who belonged to the convent of Notre
Dame de Recouvrance, to sit beside him on the straw, and talk to him for
a while. However, both Soeur Berthe and I had soon to go about our own
business, and leave him to himself. Day after day he complained bitterly
of being where he was, in the damp and cold, but there was no help for
it; his presence in the neighbourhood of any other wounded must have
meant the death of many, if not of all. Once he called the sister and me
to his bedside, and said: "My end is now not far off; I should die happy
had I but one half-hour with my comrades, behind my gun, with a thousand
Frenchmen in front of me".

Another day and this poor fellow, after having bidden us a touching
farewell,--for he knew that we could not help his unhappy
position,--died in a manner and in a place that I should not have liked
his poor old mother away across the Rhine to have seen. Yet melancholy
as were the circumstances attending the death of this dauntless soldier,
still more pitiable was the fate of many others as brave as he, who were
condemned to drag out the last few hours of their existence on some
bleak and lonely hillside, or in the thick brushwood skirting some
silent forest, or in the swampy sedge beside some rivulet. Such
tragedies were not uncommon during that stern winter which was now
setting in, as I can but too surely bear witness.

Always we were expecting to hear of an engagement taking place in our
neighbourhood; but none happened until Thursday, the 24th November, when
we learned from the military in command that hostilities had begun in
the direction of Neuville. During the evening of this day, some of us
were told off for field service, and made preparations to depart. I was
among the number.

It gave me, I must confess, no small pleasure to be chosen to go to the
front. There is a fascination in the excitement of the battlefield; and,
even in its horrors and imminent deadly perils, a seduction, which one
cannot easily resist. A life of campaigning seems to bring out what
moralists would perhaps term a diseased hankering after its
uncertainties and adventures. But in the case of the Ambulance officer
this not altogether human quality is liable to be merged in one more
useful. He is in the field not to give wounds, but to heal them, and to
assuage the suffering that makes war so detestable in one aspect, so
heroic in another.




CHAPTER XXI.

TO THE FRONT.--TURCO AND ZOUAVE ENCAMPMENTS.--SKIRMISHING.--FALSE
NEWS.--THE SHAM FIGHT AT NEUVILLE.--RETURN TO THE CITY.


On the evening of the 24th, our chief reported himself to the General
Commandant, and asked for a "_Feuille de route_," and "_Laissez
passer_," which were freely granted, together with instructions to push
on as far as Neuville at once; for no doubt our services would be
required there before many hours. Already we could hear the cannon
booming in the distance, which satisfied us that this speculation was
correct. Early next morning we started with our omnibus and train of
waggons, leaving the town by the Faubourg Bannier. Every man carried
with him all the portable necessaries, consisting of bandages,
chloroform, morphia, lint, tourniquets, and instruments. When we were
clear of the town, a good insight into the doings of the French during
the past few weeks was permitted us. We saw how they had executed their
plan for the fortification of Orleans, and had made an entrenched camp
round about it, with ninety-five naval guns manned by the seamen from
Cherbourg.

At regular intervals the road was intersected by trenches of great depth
and width, running parallel to each other, and extending for miles round
the town. They had been driven alike through the woods, the open
country, and the vineyards. The cuttings which were thus made in the
road had been filled with bundles of twigs and birch tops, packed
together and covered with sods, so as to admit of one waggon crossing
them.

It surprised me that our horses' feet did not go through; but I remarked
that the bundles on the top were made of fine slender maple tops. The
sensation experienced when crossing these elastic surfaces was very
peculiar. The omnibuses and waggons sprang up and down, and rocked from
side to side, as if they had been on india-rubber, until I thought we
should be upset; but we were perfectly safe, and the materials proved
admirably suited for their purpose. They had, of course, the advantage
of being easily removed on the shortest notice. The covering of sods was
nothing to speak of, and had by this time resolved itself into a mere
crust.

The trenches, however, were not by any means so numerous as the shallow
rifle pits and earthworks, which, taking a zigzag course, intersected
one another, and seemed to form a network in every direction. It was
clear to us that the deep trenches were intended to arrest the progress
of artillery and cavalry, while the pits and mounds were for sheltering
advancing infantry. All this pointed to the determination of the French
to make a resolute stand at Orleans; but we all agreed that we should
yet see the Germans making use of those very trenches to defeat the army
which had constructed them. And so it turned out.

On our journey we passed through the forest near Orleans, where one
portion of the French army had recently encamped. They had cut avenues
through the trees, and crossed them again at right angles by others. At
each side of these were erected little huts, made of branches set
upright in the ground, and interwoven with smaller branches and twigs,
while a rough thatch of broom and birch tops covered them. This gave the
whole the appearance of an Indian village.

Some of the huts were large and commodious, and if not perfectly strong,
made a comfortable shelter against the blast. When inhabited, one could
well imagine what a picturesque appearance they must have presented, as
seen at night by the blaze of the camp fires. We were told that here had
been the quarters of some of the troops from Algiers. The French always
kept these wild fellows as much as possible by themselves, and away from
the towns, where they are apt to become unmanageable.

Some miles further on, in the middle of an open country, we met an
encampment of Zouaves. The ground was all converted into a heavy slush,
for it had been raining; and these unlucky men, stationed here during
the past four days, were under orders to move on to the front in the
morning. As a group of them stood beside a fire near the road, I was
struck with their jaded and draggled appearance. Half famished, and up
to their ankles in mud, they gave little earnest of the spirit with
which they would go into action on the morrow. Numbers of them were
moving about, carrying wood and water, while others were cooking their
victuals. I felt much amused at the manner in which some of them
performed their morning ablutions. Two fellows whom I noticed were
kneeling on a board, washing their faces in some dirty water that had
lodged in a waggon track. There were Turcos among them;--one a dark,
fierce-looking brigand, who stalked up with an old barn-door cock in his
hand and a turkey under his arm, jabbering to each of his victims a
jargon, which they probably did not understand, though they fluttered
and screamed in answer to him. These feathered captives were, no doubt,
the result of a visit to some old dame's farmyard; for Turcos never pass
through a country without stealing all the poultry and eggs they can lay
hands on. Such is the "loot" on which they set value.

Further on, we marched through several hamlets which were almost
entirely deserted, as were, indeed, most of the farmhouses. Presently,
one of the sentinels at an outpost challenged us, and in half an hour we
found ourselves at our destination. Neuville is a tidy village situated
on the north-east of Orleans, which can boast its little square and town
hall, or Mairie, and presented the clean and neat appearance of which I
have so often spoken when describing the hamlets I came upon in my
French travels. It lies on the outskirts of the forest of Orleans, and
has a small but decent church at one end, and a fine corn market at the
other. Its central square now afforded a most lively scene, being
covered with tents from which the French soldiery were swarming out; and
by their excited manner and,--even for them,--unusual volubility, it was
not difficult to guess that some event of the gravest importance was
threatening.

We reported ourselves to the Commandant, who looked at our papers, was
made aware of our business and destination, and assigned us quarters.
This gentleman, who was most courteous and communicative, informed us
that there had been a battle on the day previously, in which the
Prussians were repulsed, and that, although the engagement had been long
and hotly contested, the losses on the French side were trivial; while
those of the Germans, if not heavy, were yet not inconsiderable. We
also learned that a few small skirmishes had taken place during the
early part of the day, and that the cannon which we heard were further
up the French lines to our right. The Commandant said that for the
wounded at Neuville he had ample provision in his military surgeons; but
added that he expected an engagement on the morrow, when our services
would probably be useful.

Such appear to have been the facts. Yet, a few days afterwards, the
French journals gave a glowing account of an engagement which had taken
place on that very day, and in which a large number of Prussians were
killed, with the loss of only one Garde Mobile and half a dozen wounded
on the French side. Well and good, if the papers had confined themselves
to the doings of the 24th, when there was really some brisk fighting,
and some cannonading too, as I can testify; for I saw where a bombshell
had entered the mayor's house, and, having passed through the roof, had
burst inside, knocking in the ceiling of the sitting-room, and riddling
the partition walls so that one could see into the adjoining chamber.
But all beyond this was exaggeration or fable.

I remarked that many of the houses in Neuville had received the like
treatment, and that, here and there, doors, windows, and sashes had been
smashed by fragments of shells. Presently, while wending our way through
the camp to our quarters, we fell in with a young corporal, who was of
English descent on the mother's side. He had known Dr. May in Paris,
spoke English fluently, and showed much refinement and intelligence. He
told us that, on the day before, some thousand and odd Frenchmen had
defeated in a pitched battle four thousand Prussians; but as the French
had had fresh reinforcements that morning, they were now on a more equal
footing with the enemy, and could muster, at least, three thousand men.
About the movements or position of the other side no one seemed to have
precise information, which rather astonished us, since they talked so
confidently.

When we had put up in a little tavern, situated in a by-lane, and as
clean and comfortable as we could expect in time of war, we went out
again to see what was going forward. On one side to the north of the
village, our friends had constructed rifle pits, mounds, and trenches
just as at Orleans, but on a smaller scale.

We directed our steps to the church, and found there several score or so
of wounded, the greater number of whom were German. These latter were in
charge of a very uncommunicative young surgeon of their own, who,
although I have no desire to misjudge him, did not seem to be very
deeply concerned about his patients. They were all gravely wounded, and
lay on the flags, with but a scanty supply of straw beneath them,
having neither blankets nor anything else to cover them, except their
overcoats. Many were in a dying condition, their limbs mangled by
fragments of shells, or traversed by bullets in some vital part. Two of
them assured me that their wounds had not been dressed since they were
brought in from the battlefield, and that the bullets were still
unextracted; but this may have happened from want of Hospital plant and
material. We had, however, the gratification of seeing the few out of
that dying multitude who could bear removal, transported to our depôt at
Orleans; while the rest were left under the charge of their German
doctor, let us hope to die in peace.

Some lay in the sanctuary of the church beside the altar; others made
use of the steps to support their aching heads; and we noticed others
again who were writhing on the ground in the agony of death.

But war had imposed its burden on us, and we took an early rest in order
to be fresh for our work next morning. Dr. May was told off to rise at
three, and ascertain when we might be expected to be up and moving. The
morning came; but no firing had as yet begun, and Dr. May let us lie
until seven. When we came down, the village presented a very different
aspect from that of yesterday. Not a civilian was to be seen in the
streets. A regiment silently drawn up was in the centre of the square.
Every man stood in his place, with his hand on his rifle, and ready to
begin at a moment's notice. Our forces at this point consisted of a
regiment of marine infantry, a couple of regiments of the Line, a few
hundred cavalry, and three batteries.

We took our position on the _route Impériale_, immediately outside the
town, from which place one could observe how the forces were disposed,
and the relation which we bore to the enemy. There was a forest in front
of Neuville, some few thousand yards away from the earthworks, and in
and beside this wood the Prussians held their ground. The French
infantry were drawn up within and in front, as well as on the left of
the town; while the artillery had taken up their position on a small
hill to the right, from which they could rake the plain before them,
should the Prussians give them battle. In the rear of the artillery, and
away from the town, were placed the cavalry.

Now, when I talk of the infantry being drawn up, be it understood that
they were not ranged in lines on the open plain, as the uninitiated
might suppose,--far from it,--for, positively, on looking over the
country, it was hard to make out their presence. The French forces were
scattered about in farmyards; behind woods, orchards, and hedges; and
close to the houses themselves.

The early part of the morning had been wet, but it was now quite fine;
and my reader can imagine with what burning anxiety we kept our eyes on
the plain before us, and with a fixed gaze waited for the moment when
the familiar rattle at the outposts should declare that hostilities had
begun.

Time passed, and no wounded were coming in. Some of us walked about
unheeded, observing all we thought of interest. The Prussians were not
visible, and we were moving along the road, when we saw the outposts
engaged at two different points, as we judged by the smoke and the
sounds of musketry.

We now retreated to our lines, feeling sure that this was the
commencement of a hot day's work. However, it turned out otherwise; for
after a considerable amount of shifting their position on the part of
the infantry, and the advancing of a few companies, there was very
little firing on either side save that which was kept up between the
outposts; and they, in the end, got tired of firing in the air in the
direction of one another. I should say, from the distance they were
apart, that they might have gone on firing till the day of judgment, and
done no execution on their respective enemies. In a little time two
companies went forward and exchanged a few volleys with the Prussians,
whereupon the latter retired altogether from the scene. Thus ended the
battle of the 25th, without a drop of blood being shed or a single man
being wounded.

Now, it may appear strange that I should have travelled into the details
of so bloodless an engagement; but my reason for doing so is simply
this, that a few days later, when perusing one of the French journals, I
lighted on a glowing report of three brilliant victories which had been
gained at Neuville by the French, on the 24th, 25th, and 26th of
November, with all particulars at length.

The comments on the battle of the 24th, as I have said, were
exaggerated; but in describing the two days subsequent, my newspaper
stated that, after a determined resistance of many hours, the Prussians
were completely routed, and had left eighty prisoners in the hands of
the French, with a quantity of baggage and waggons. I have given the
circumstances of this notable victory of the 25th, and the reader may
draw his own conclusion. So much for French journalism, which, to my
thinking, was not wholly guiltless of many of the disasters that befell
the French arms. The facts I have related speak for themselves; they
furnish, however, an example of the mania, which, at this period, seized
the French press, and led them persistently to falsify the news from the
seat of war. Not only did they strain every effort to blindfold their
own people, and screen the truth from them,--which was that they were
being hopelessly beaten,--but they did their best to persuade the world
that they were winning, and that their ultimate success was certain.

These bare-faced falsehoods, which delayed negotiations, and put off the
treaty of peace until the country was exhausted, could be matched only
by a story which I heard long afterwards. An acquaintance of ours, who
was staying at Tours in 1880, used to relate how his French host was in
the habit of saying, when they fell to talking about old times,
_"Franchement, nous avons vaincu dans cette guerre, mais les gens ne
veulent pas le reconnaître"_. No, I say, they hardly could!

We returned to Orleans on the night of Saturday, the 26th, and next day,
during a leisure half-hour, I wrote home rather a tame account of these
glorious French victories.

Wonderful (I used to think), how easy it is to revive by abundant
palaver the drooping spirits of the French! Not two months ago they had
looked upon their prospects, if not with despair, yet with the most
gloomy forebodings; but to-day, elated by a few slight successes, they
were swaggering about the streets, boasting of what France had done in
generations past, and of what she would do in the future. It was no
uncommon thing to hear them in the cafés talking of the requisitions
they would make when they had raised the siege of Paris, and were
marching through Germany, about which they knew little more than they
did of the interior of China. Nor would it have been safe to hint, at
this period, that any Germans would still remain on French territory by
that day six weeks.

It was amusing, if also, perhaps, exasperating, to hear them run on in
this fashion; for we non-combatants all expected that ere many days we
should see the German sentinels again at our Hospital gates. For
ourselves, we were still branded by public opinion as Germans, and had
nothing to protect us save our calling, and the flag which hung out all
through, over our door on the Quai du Châtelet. Hence we were careful
how we moved about after nightfall, lest we might come into collision
with the soldiery, or such of the townsfolk as might have been disposed
to interfere with us.




CHAPTER XXII.

BATTLE OF PATAY.--THE FRENCH RETREAT.--KNIGHTS TEMPLARS.--THE BATTLE
CONTINUED.--ATTACK ON ORLEANS BY THE GERMANS.--BURNING OF THE PONTOON
BRIDGE.


Time went by in the ordinary routine of Hospital work, until the 1st
December, when the news of a successful sortie from Paris, made by
Trochu and Ducrot, put the whole town into a fever of excitement. Report
said that the Army of Paris was already approaching Étampes.

Next day, 2nd December, we heard heavy firing going on all along the
lines, so far as we could judge, from Neuville and Chevilly on the
right, to Patay on the left. A severe frost had set in during the past
fortnight, and there had been a heavy fall of snow during the last few
days. The ground was hard, and the air clear, so that the roar of the
guns thundered in our ears as if they had been only a few furlongs
instead of eight miles away. Of course, it was devoutly held by the
Orleaners that Trochu was fighting his way through the Prussian lines,
and would be in Orleans to-morrow.

We, however, guessed what the real state of things was. During the last
week we had obtained permission from the French authorities to have the
old Church of St. Euverte, in the Rue St. Aignan, fitted up as a
Hospital, and the Mayor had provided about 300 beds with their bedding.
We had been actively employed the past three days in transferring our
wounded from D'Allaine's to our new abode; and by the evening of the 3rd
all our arrangements were made to receive the wounded. The cooking
department was seen to by an energetic Frenchman, M. Bonjour, whose
services throughout our stay at Orleans can never be forgotten by us.

Towards the evening of that same day, the firing became fierce and
continual; it appeared to come nearer than it had been in the morning.
Both sides had heavy guns, eighteen and twenty-four pounders, hard at
work. Nor were the mitrailleuses inactive. It was not until long after
dark that the cannonading ceased. As may be supposed, no one knew,
though every one pretended to know, the result of this long engagement.
Some I heard saying that Prince Frederick Charles had been taken
prisoner with 20,000 men; while others ventilated equally foolish
reports. But ere long convoys of wounded arrived, and we soon had no
doubt as to what had happened. The French were evidently getting the
worst of it.

Next day, the 4th December, a furious cannonade raged outside the town,
making a most terrific din, though still several miles away. It told us
that the French were making a determined stand. Early in the morning our
Ambulance, minus Tilghman, Mackellar, Hayden and myself, quitted
Orleans, and went on to the battlefield. We four were left behind to
receive the wounded, as well as to look after those who were already on
our hands. I had been under orders to go; but Dr. Warren, who was
burning to be in the thick of it, asked me to effect an exchange with
him; and I consented to the arrangement, subject to the necessary
permission of our chief. My friend had never been among the bullets; and
great was his anxiety to receive what Louis Napoléon called in a famous
despatch, the "baptism of fire". As I had a great deal of useful work to
do, I was quite willing to stay. After my late experience, curiosity
alone, without the call of duty, never would prompt me to go again into
a battlefield; but I had had my baptism. As regards the success of this
expedition, I may add that, when they arrived on the scene of action,
they found the French were fighting in retreat, and there was no
possibility of establishing a temporary field Hospital. They had,
therefore, to content themselves with bringing home as many of the
wounded as they could accommodate in their waggons.

The description which they gave of the slaughter was fearful. The
Prussian artillery had raked the French lines through and through before
their eyes; and Dr. Warren confessed to me that, short as was the time
they had been on the battlefield, he had seen sights so horrible that
the recollection of them would haunt him till his dying day.

Long before the return of our comrades, we became aware that the French
must be fighting in retreat, by the extended convoys of provision and
baggage waggons, that streamed down the Rue Royale and across the Loire.
For upwards of ten hours the baggage, provision, and ammunition train of
the French army continued to pour across that bridge in unbroken
succession. It was a sight to fill one with amazement; one could hardly
believe that it was not all a dream.

In the middle of the day, while going to see some of my wounded who were
quartered in a neighbouring street, I met a convoy of Prussian prisoners
being hurried along by a detachment of marines. They must have been some
time in the hands of the French, for they looked thin and worn; and it
made my blood boil to see the malignant delight which beamed in the
faces of the townsfolk as they scanned these famished and half-frozen
wretches passing along.

But an hour later, I witnessed in the Rue Jeanne d'Arc a scene, the
novelty of which, to my mind, was without a parallel. Moving down the
street towards me at a slow hand-gallop,--almost at a walking
pace,--came a troop of African cavalry, from the borders of the Sahara.
I don't know that anything had ever excited in me so much curiosity as
did the sight of these Spahis; and a more strange and wild-looking
collection of men and beasts it would be impossible to conceive. They
halted opposite the Cathedral, so that I had ample time to take stock of
them. The townspeople displayed as much astonishment as I did, and
flocked after them in crowds, just as if they had been the outriders of
some great circus.

They were tall, fine-looking men, with bronzed faces, but of various
tints, some light, some almost black, some handsome, others
square-faced, and, one had almost said, ugly. There were those among
them who had well-chiselled features, with dark eyes, and so piercing a
look as to give one the idea that they could see right through one.
Their outer dress consisted of long-flowing mantles in white flannel,
which trailed along the ground when they dismounted, and were fastened
over one shoulder, somewhat after the fashion of the Roman toga. This
garment, however, had attached to it a hood and a short cape. On their
heads I saw what appeared to be a high coil of whitewashed rope,
entangled in the hair, which, so far as I could judge, they wore long.
This coil was looped up about their head-dress like the ordinary
turban. The hood, of which I have spoken, was partly drawn up over the
turban or coil, just far enough to catch the apex, and the whole
appeared as if each man carried on his head a small turret. Add to these
details, a lean, ugly, big-boned, square-hipped, straight-shouldered
Arab horse, with a wooden frame set on a large pad for a saddle, and
having a high piece going up behind, so as to reach half-way up the
rider's back. The whole thing looked more like a diminutive chair than a
saddle. The girths by which it was secured passed round saddle, horse
and all. Wooden shoes came out at each side, with strips of hide for
stirrups; there was a strong crupper behind, and blinkers were set on
the bridles of untanned leather. It was, I think, the oddest specimen of
an equestrian turn-out that ever showed on a European battlefield.

These men are supposed to be about the best riders in the world. As they
moved on, I remarked that they all rocked in their saddles in the most
curious fashion, and thrust out their toes in tailorlike style. They
each carried a musket about the length of one's arm, a brace of pistols,
and a sword, which did not look like a sword, it was so much bent. Yet
this is their favourite weapon. I could well imagine an enemy being
taken aback when he approached these mysterious foes, and beheld their
grim dark faces peering through a small loophole at the top of a tower
of white flannel. They certainly had more the resemblance of cowled
monks than of a troop of cavalry, and might have been introduced by Sir
Walter Scott in _Ivanhoe_, as Moslem Knights Templars.

When I had seen this curious sight, I went on my way to look after a
captain of the Garde Mobile, who was shot through the foot, and a young
corporal of the Line, shot through the left lung. The latter was a very
bad case, not likely to recover; the ball had descended in the cavity of
the chest, and the air which the poor lad was breathing entered and
escaped through the perforation. Presently, a boy of about sixteen came
in, the friend and companion of the dying corporal. He had but a few
minutes to remain, and in this short time he learned from me that his
friend's wound was mortal, and that he must now bid him a hasty
farewell. The parting scene between them was most touching, for they
were attached comrades.

Among the number brought in to-day by our ambulance was one who came
under my charge, and whose case was of interest by reason of his tender
years. He was a fine lad, only seventeen, and had served in the Garde
Mobile. He had been shot through the leg; but the principal cause of his
lamentation was not his wound; it was that he had not fired a shot the
whole day, nor even so much as got a chance of bowling over a German,
though all the while shells and bullets were falling about him like
rain, and dealt wholesale destruction on his company. The account which
he gave of the fighting outside was terrible; it seemed to have made a
deep impression on his imagination, yet did not in the least take from
his courage. He told me he had not eaten for twenty-four hours. How, I
often said to myself, could soldiers fight, who were habitually
suffering from hunger, cold, and fatigue, like these poor fellows?

All this time the ground literally shook from the conflict which was
going on outside the town. I think that, as an artillery fight, it was
second only to Sedan.

It had been freezing very hard every night, and snow was lying deep on
the ground.

If people at home (and there are some who talk much around their
comfortable fires about going to war on every paltry provocation) could
have seen the waggon-loads of half-frozen wounded which were brought in
to us on the night of the 4th, and those again who lay outside the town
without assistance, their wounds uncared for, and exposed to the
bitterly cold night air, how soon they would change their idle tone! how
they would loathe and abominate the very name of war!

I can understand that men find a pleasure in studying the art of
fighting, as they do in playing a game of chess; and I have allowed in
my own case the fascination which even its horrid reality is capable of
exercising over one. But for the man who deems it a pleasure and a glory
to use the science of war as a weapon wherewith to annihilate thousands
of human beings, for the delusion called "prestige," or in the game of
politics, I would have him to know that it is a foul and monstrous
thing, full of hideous suffering, cruelty, and injustice, with nothing
to redeem it, save the courage whereby such miseries are endured.

However, let me go on with my proper theme. Immediately the darkness set
in on the 3rd, the cannonading ceased. This night we snatched but a few
hours' sleep; for, at the first dawn of daylight, a repetition of
yesterday's performance began with redoubled vigour. From the belfry
tower of our church, during the past two days, we had been able to get a
fair idea how the battle was going. It commanded a fine view of the
country around. But now that the Germans had driven the French back on
the outskirts of the town we could see much more of the contest. Early
on the 4th we beheld the whole cavalry, numbering about 3000 men, come
down the Rue Royale and pass over the bridge on the Quai du
Châtelet,--some at a swinging trot, others at a gallop. It was a rare
sight, for here were represented men of every regiment in
France--Cuirassiers, Lancers, Chasseurs d'Afrique and the rest. This
host of armed men and horses, extending as far as the eye could reach
(which was certainly half a mile), formed a _coup d'oeil_ not easily
forgotten; and the clatter they made on the pavement, during their
stampede, was loud enough to have been heard far outside the town.

Towards evening I availed myself of a few minutes' leisure to ascend the
church tower and watch the battle, which still continued. The roar of
the fighting, which was now going on in the vineyards and entrenchments
at the end of the Faubourg Bannier, baffles description. The heavy
French marine guns were all going simultaneously, while on each side of
the town the infantry also were in close conflict. Quite near us, at the
end of our own Faubourg St. Vincent, just where the convent stood in
which Miss Pearson and Miss McLoughlin were at work, the fighting seemed
heaviest. On some portion of the ground that was not so thickly covered
with vineyards, the dead were strewn in heaps, many being the victims of
their own mitrailleuses which the Germans had captured, and were now
using with more precision and deadly effect than their original
possessors. But all this time, the French, though retreating, kept up a
continuous and well-directed fire upon the advancing Prussians, whose
losses, as we afterwards discovered, were quite as great as those of the
vanquished.

This they attributed themselves to the great tact and ability which the
French marines displayed in the management of their heavy guns. But for
these, indeed, as I have heard the French say, it would have been
difficult, if not impossible, for them to have covered the retreat of
their army.

The sun shone brilliantly that afternoon of the 4th, and the arms and
accoutrements of the contending forces were flashing brightly, as they
moved about among the vineyards. In the distance we could see in several
places the field-artillery galloping along in different directions,
wheeling round suddenly, and stopping, when the little puffs of smoke
told us their reason for doing so. But these reports were lost in the
general tumult of the battle. One or two more repetitions of these
little puffs, then a limber-up, and a dash ahead as before in their
onward course, only to repeat the same manoeuvres further on; such were
the tactics which, as from a box at the theatre, we repeatedly noticed,
standing in the belfry of Ste. Euverte.

And here I may mention an incident witnessed by Drs. May and Tilghman.
There was a hot contest being waged close to the Hospital, among the
double rows of trees on the Boulevard St. Vincent, when, in the midst of
the confusion, a young lieutenant of the Line was seen stepping out from
a house just beside the church. He had gone but a few paces, when a
young girl rushed out after him and took a last embrace, after which he
moved quickly out of her sight. But evidently he was not yet out of the
mind of the young girl; for she stood as if rooted to the spot, gazing
after her lover, heedless of the bullets which were whistling past, and
of the storm of the battle raging round her. In another moment, May and
Tilghman realised her frightful situation. May sprang over the paling
which was between them, but arrived only in time to receive her bleeding
and senseless into his arms. A spent bullet had struck her between the
angle of the eye and the cheek bone, and had stripped back the soft
parts of the side of the face as far as the ear, with a portion of the
scalp.

The wound, though not so very dangerous,--for the bone of the head was
only grazed and not broken,--was, nevertheless, an ugly one. The girl
was at once taken into her own house, where May and Tilghman skilfully
adjusted the torn portions of the scalp by a neat operation, bestowing
on the case every attention in their power. It will doubtless be
gratifying to my reader when I tell him that this girl made a splendid
recovery. I had the privilege of watching her convalescence in the
absence of Dr. May. Nor was she much disfigured; for, in consequence of
the prompt treatment, the parts united admirably, leaving an almost
imperceptible scar, which was, however, sufficiently well marked to
remind her of that romantic, but perilous, moment at Orleans. Love is
proverbially blind. In this case, love was blind and deaf too.

I was kept hard at work in the Hospital, and could steal only a moment
to observe the stirring scenes which were going on around. Each
new-comer brought with him, in addition to his own sad story, a list of
harrowing details from the day's battlefield. But things were all going
one way. Early in the afternoon, the main body of the French army had
fallen back upon the town. The Germans had gained possession of the two
principal approaches of the Faubourgs Bannier and St. Vincent, and had
already demolished numerous buildings on the outskirts. They did not,
however, shell the town itself, as we feared they were on the point of
doing; and when night set in, there was a temporary armistice. Both
sides, by mutual consent, desisted, on the understanding that the
bridges were not to be blown up.

Now it was that the whole French army commenced their hurried march
across the Loire, by the pontoon bridge, and the two permanent ones. It
was a bright, still, moonlight night, and nothing was to be heard but
the trampling of feet, as that mighty host hurried along. I stood at the
corner of the Quai du Châtelet and watched them. Some of the regiments,
which had happened to lag behind, doubled down the Rue Royale, but they
marched over the pontoons at the regulation pace.

Not a word was spoken,--an unusual state of things among Frenchmen,--and
all, as they well might, seemed dispirited. Some of the men had no arms;
many had lost their képis; and all showed visible signs of having lately
seen hard times. Tired, at length, of watching them pass in that
unbroken stream, I went to my quarters at No. 64 on the Quai hard by.

I had hardly entered, when my attention was called by the tramp of feet
on the pavement outside the open window. On looking out, I beheld what
appeared to be the remains of several regiments. Most of them were
without arms, and all went limping along, evidently quite foot-sore,
while numbers were slightly wounded, to judge from various bandages,
which they displayed round their heads, legs, and arms. They looked more
like a procession of invalids out for a walk, than soldiers still
capable of fighting. The poor fellows were dead beat, and did not so
much march as shuffle along, some in a tottering condition, and lagging
behind the rest, having evidently done as much as was in their power.

But what was my rage and indignation, when a captain, in the rear, who
carried in his hand not a sword, but a thick cane, belaboured with it,
again and again, any unfortunate who did not keep up with the rest! One
of these poor fellows made a sign to me for something to drink. Swiftly
as possible, I seized a large can of water which stood beside the
window, and poured it slowly on the footway. Several that were near put
their mouths under the little jet, and then began a sort of scramble for
what one of them told me he had not tasted during fourteen hours. But
their gallant leader, having dealt half a dozen blows at random with his
stick among this thirsty crowd, dispersed them, indulging the while in
strong language, and gesticulated at me in the most excited manner.
However, the frame of mind I was in--to say nothing of my safe
position--made me equal to the occasion. I complimented him on the able
style in which _Monsieur le Maréchal_ used his _bâton_; and he slunk
away, muttering curses, as he did so, at me and his men.

This piece of excitement over, I went to the pontoon bridge, where the
stream of soldiers continued to pour across. Although I had been on duty
the previous night and all that day, I could not but stay up to watch
this historic and interesting spectacle,--the retreat of 200,000 men,
composing the whole Army of the Loire, across that river. It was now
nearly eleven o'clock, and they had been passing for hours. But the
living current flowed on unceasingly during the night, until the last of
the troops were over. When this had been accomplished, then the silence
of the frosty scene was broken by the sound of hammers, hatchets, and
saws; and the air resounded with the hacking and the chopping of the
sappers, who were busily engaged cutting the moorings and the cross
planks, while others set fire to the bridge in about a dozen places.
Just at the same hour, there was a great tramp and rattle of horses and
waggons over the permanent bridge to our right, caused by a number of
batteries of artillery, which galloped furiously onwards in headlong
career. They were the last of the fugitive army. The battle of Patay had
been lost and won.

Now the Loire was much flooded, and the blocks of ice borne down in the
current were very large, so that when the different sections of the
bridge were cut loose,--and, later on, when they became again
subdivided, as well as during the process of freeing themselves,--the
grating, groaning, creaking, and crashing of one against the other, and
also against the great blocks of ice, was unlike any other sound I ever
heard. Moreover, every raft of boats and planks formed the base of a
pillar of fire, which brilliantly illuminated the snow-covered slopes,
the trees, and the ice-bound banks of the river,--reflecting in the
water above and below us, as if in a looking-glass, the arches and the
battlements of two of the finest bridges in France, which now stood out,
in all their architectural beauty, relieved against the pitchy darkness
of the night.

As each of these burning sections of the pontoon became disconnected
from its fellow, it turned round on its own axis, and staggered about in
the river for a short time, until finally, having arrived in mid stream,
it swept down with the current,--making a loud grating noise as it
struck the ice blocks,--and at last with a tremendous crash was hurled
against the mighty granite bulwarks of the bridge. There it either
became a total wreck, or, being broken up into fragments, swirled hither
and thither till it passed out of view. It was a strange and magnificent
spectacle, unequalled by anything I have seen before or since, in the
combination of light and dark, the enormous power displayed, and the
gigantic ruin upon the waters.

When I was taking a last look at all this before retiring to rest, a
number of soldiers came up, intending to cross over; but they found the
bridge demolished, and themselves cut off from retreat.

These, I heard afterwards, were some few hundred men, inclusive of the
Foreign Legion, who formed the rear guard of the army, and had got lost
in the darkness. They neglected to avail themselves of the railway
bridge nearest them, which, like that in our neighbourhood, was also,
during this night, taken and guarded by the Prussians.




CHAPTER XXIII.

FIGHTING IN THE STREETS.--THE TOWN CARRIED BY ASSAULT.--NARROW
ESCAPES.--THE RED PRINCE ENTERS WITH HIS WHOLE ARMY.


Overcome by fatigue and excitement, I had thrown myself on my bed just
as I was, and never stirred until daylight, when Warren awoke me with
the news that fighting was going on in the streets. I rubbed my eyes and
went to the window, when, to my utter astonishment, I beheld six
Prussians confronting about fifteen Frenchmen. They had come upon the
latter by surprise round a corner, and the French looked at first as if
they were going to fire; but, on seeing a large body of Prussians
advancing under cover of the trees, they lowered their rifles, and
coolly stacked their arms not twenty paces from my window. The six
Germans, meanwhile, quietly stood round them with fixed bayonets. In
another minute they were walking off up a by-street as prisoners.

All this came upon a man who had been just awakened rather by surprise;
but, when I heard some desultory firing in different parts of the town,
I made up my mind that we were to have hot work in the streets. Having
performed a hasty toilette, I sallied forth, eager not to lose the sight
of what was going on. I had not proceeded many yards up the Quai, when I
perceived a body of Prussians stationed near the bridge at the end of
the Rue Royale. Seeing these drawn up in battle array, and finding
myself the only person on the Quai du Châtelet, I paused for a moment or
two, and looked down in the other direction towards the railway bridge.
There I beheld a goodly number of Frenchmen, ranged over against the
church of St. Aignan at the other extremity of the Quai. Thinking that
this looked like business I remarked to Dr. Warren that we were in an
awkward position, and had better retire. The words were no sooner out of
my mouth, and we had only just stepped back into the hall, when a volley
of bullets whizzed along by us in the direction of a French officer, who
was galloping across the bridge at that moment. Some of the balls must
have gone very close to him, for he ducked his head repeatedly behind
his horse's neck and redoubled his speed. Shot after shot went after him
until he lay quite flat on his saddle. How he rushed the guard on the
bridge was a mystery I could never solve; but that he did escape I can
certify.

This was the signal for a general fusilade. The Germans at the end of
the Rue Royale, advancing on the bridge, knelt down behind the parapets,
so that we could see nothing but the spikes of their helmets and the
muzzles of their rifles which glittered in the morning sun. The French
answered from behind the trees on the Quai, and from the corners of the
by-streets. We now perceived that a company of Prussians were advancing
in single file down the Quai towards us, and were entering the houses.
This was more than we could stand. So slipping out of No. 64 up the
nearest lane, we ran out by the rear into our headquarters at No. 66.

Here we found Dr. Parker, who had just been out in another part of the
town, but was very nearly seeing and experiencing more than he had
bargained for. In going up a side street off the Rue Bourgogne, he found
a sharp cross-fire opened from each end of the street, and as the
bullets struck the wall beside him, he had to take refuge in the
doorways, in order to escape them. The company of Prussians, to whom I
have already referred, were still advancing slowly in our direction; and
a brisk return fire was kept up by a small knot of French at the other
end.

The manner of the Prussian advance was peculiar. First went four
sappers, who in one second broke through each of the doors which did not
happen to be open. These carried hatchets, handsaws, jemmies, and
crowbars; and it was marvellous how short a time they took to enter, and
how they made the timber fly like match-wood. Our gate was thrown open,
and in due course a number of men filed in one by one from the next
house. Three of them went through the form of searching the place, while
the remainder, about a dozen in number, were ordered out, two by two, to
kneel on the footway and fire at the enemy. When they had done so, they
withdrew until their turn came round again. The house was speedily
filled with smoke, for the soldiers crouched close into the wall, and
remained almost inside the porch.

The necessity of this proceeding was soon apparent. For in another
minute bullets came hitting the wall beside the door, and sent the
plaster flying into my eyes, while I was craning my neck round the jamb
of the open door to see what was going on. Luckily, they glanced off the
flags a couple of feet away from where I stood.

The leaden pipe, which ran down beside the entrance, was now riddled in
various places; our old English flag, which hung down over the door from
a long pole above the window, was likewise torn; but I have it in my
possession yet.

We were at the highest pitch of excitement while all this was going on.
Prompted by curiosity, I went upstairs, and looking out from one of the
windows, saw standing in the middle of the street, exposed to all the
fire, a German Captain of the Line, coolly giving, or rather shouting,
his orders to the various non-commissioned officers and soldiers, who
lined the walls or manned the doorways above and below us. I expected
every moment to see him fall. Amongst the French, who were replying
persistently from their position at the end of the Quai, I espied one
Zouave in particular, who fired five or six shots at this officer. I
felt satisfied that it was at him he aimed, for he singled himself out
from his comrades, and crept on his hands and knees to the middle of the
roadway, taking a deliberate shot, and we could not perceive that there
was any one else in the direct line of his fire. When the Zouave had
discharged about the sixth shot, a ball from the Prussians tumbled him
over on his back with his legs in the air; but for all that, he was not
killed, as he scrambled away with the aid of a companion. A thud and a
splutter of the plaster on the wall just beside me, suggested the
advisability of curtailing my observations; so I shifted my quarters to
the hall below, where I found Dr. Parker giving some of the Prussians a
nip of brandy,--in order, as he jocosely remarked, to put a twist in
their powder. I knelt down behind one of the men at the doorway, as he
was taking aim at the Frenchmen, and looked over the sight to see where
his game lay. He fired, and, as he did so, a ball struck the pavement
above five yards from where he and I were kneeling.

It was a regular business of sharp-shooting; for a head, or a head and
a pair of shoulders, were all we could see of the enemy.

In the midst of the practice great commotion was caused by an old woman
appearing on the Quai. For a few seconds firing was suspended; an
officer came out into the middle of the street and made signs to her to
retire, which the ancient dame speedily did. What she meant by coming
out thus, it would be vain to conjecture, unless she was stone deaf. She
was clearly no Jeanne d'Arc.

In a short time the French, seeing that they had no hope of making good
their retreat across the bridge, ceased firing. A flag of truce went to
them from the Mairie, stating that the town had been in possession of
the Germans since midnight; and they had better yield. They laid down
their arms; and the town of Orleans, as we had all along anticipated,
was once more in the hands of the Prussians. It was eight o'clock in the
morning of 5th December. An hour passed, and the Prussians came marching
in, the bands playing their most lively strains; and we found ourselves
among our old acquaintance.

The first step which the invaders took was to get together all their
prisoners, numbering 10,000, and shut them up in the Cathedral.

Of course, the minute we were free to do so, we all got off to our work
at Ste. Euverte, where we already found many of our old friends awaiting
us.

The little Captain Schrenk was there; also the young ecclesiastic of
whom I have spoken; and, later on in the day, the giant cuirassier
stalked in, gorgeously arrayed in scarlet and gold, and seeking for his
hidden cuirass. They shook hands with us over and over again, exhibiting
unmistakable satisfaction and pleasure at finding we were still at our
posts, and safe and sound. Surgeon-General Von Nussbaum paid us a visit,
and complimented us on the manner in which we had stood by their wounded
during the French occupation. In fact, congratulations rained down on
all sides; and from this time forward the Germans looked upon us as
their staunch and trusty friends, giving us notice that in due time our
services would be officially remembered. The wounded now began to pour
into the town, and our Hospital church was quickly crowded, together
with every house in the vicinity.

At eleven a.m. we went to our quarters for breakfast; but hearing that
the entry of Prince Frederick Charles's troops had commenced, I snatched
a few mouthfuls, and hurried off to witness the scene from a window in
M. Proust's house, No. 12 Rue Royale, with which I was to be more
intimately acquainted ere I left Orleans.

The troops entered with bayonets set, flags flying, bands playing, and
all the pomp and circumstance which are usual on such occasions, and the
air resounded with a storm of military music. It was noteworthy,
indeed, to see that host pass by, consisting of 130,000 as fine-looking
men as any country in the world could produce; and what was most
astonishing about them was the neatness and cleanliness of their dress,
the brightness of their arms and accoutrements, and their general
well-dressed appearance, reminding me more of our handful of soldiers at
home, as they marched past the Lord Lieutenant in the Phoenix Park on a
field day, than of an army that had been fighting all the past week, and
had endured the privations and hardships of a six months' campaign.

The sun shone through the frosty air, and, as the mist had now cleared
off, the helmets and bayonets of that mighty array flashed and glistened
everywhere. While these sturdy, well-built and well-fed fellows passed
on, I compared them mentally with the regiments I had seen straggling
onward to the bridge. The difference spoke eloquently in favour of that
elaborate and admirable scheme of military organisation which had
brought them to such a degree of perfection. It also elicited from a
British officer who was with me at the time, a remark that, unless we
ourselves take up some more comprehensive system of organising our
forces, we shall be thrashed by this ambitious race of soldiers the
first time we come into conflict with them. Nay, more, it is possible
that they might invade and overrun England in a short campaign, should
they ever become as great adepts in the art of war on the high seas as
they are on land.

Many of the German officers whom I have met were of opinion that such an
enterprise was not beyond the scope of German ambition and German
energy. More than once I heard them anticipating that the result of
their victorious career would be to bring all the nations of Europe
under the wing of their Imperial eagle. And though willing to allow that
England would be the last to come in, since without a mighty fleet they
could not get at her, yet she too must share the fate of her neighbours.
It amused,--perhaps it angered us,--to find these highly intellectual
men of the world holding such views, gravely arguing among themselves
and with us, that such would be the inevitable result of a united
Germany, and that all she wanted to annex Europe, and carry out the
ideas of Alexander the First of Russia, was a little time, and a
favourable opportunity.

The army of Prince Frederick Charles, now marching through Orleans, was
on its road to Blois, and in pursuit of General Chanzy. Turning from
this splendid sight, I went back to St. Euverte; and there spent the
remainder of that day--and a long day it was--in assisting at the
operation-table, and dressing and attending to the wounded who were
brought to us in crowds. As we had only accommodation for 250, we were
obliged to send out into the houses of the Rue de St. Aignan all who
were not seriously wounded; after which we still found it necessary to
lay a number of those who were gravely wounded on the floor, with straw
under them. These latter were not at all so badly off, when we consider
that some half score waggon-loads of men had to remain out in the frost
and snow for a whole night and part of the next day, so greatly did the
demand exceed the supply of accommodation in Orleans just then. To add
to their misfortune--and I am speaking literally of hundreds,--there
followed a great scarcity of bread, which was felt chiefly by the civil
population, and by those quartered on them. It did not affect the
garrison in the least; for their commissariat never failed.

An army entering thus, devours, like a swarm of locusts, in a few hours
everything that is eatable in a town, and leaves the inhabitants nothing
but what they can supply from their secret stores--which, however, they
always manage to reserve. The condition of chronic hunger, from which
the inhabitants of Orleans suffered for several weeks at this period,
was truly distressing to witness.

By noon on the 6th of December, all was quiet again, the garrison had
been billeted in their quarters, the sentries were at their accustomed
posts, and everything in Orleans betokened the return of the old
orderly _régime_, to which we had been so long accustomed. There was an
entire absence of that wild disorder, and noisy confusion, which had
lasted, not for hours but for days, after the French took possession of
the town, and which I have endeavoured to describe, but have not
adequately depicted in the words at my command. And thus began the
second German occupation of Orleans.




Chapter XXIV.

DESECRATION OF THE CATHEDRAL.--MY FIRST CAPITAL OPERATION.--MORE
FIGHTING.--WOUNDED BAVARIANS.


Soon after the mayor had issued his parlementaire, all the French
prisoners, to the number, as I have said, of 10,000, were marched into
the Cathedral, where they were confined until such time as preparations
could be made for their transport into Germany.

As the weather was bitterly cold, the prisoners--it will be remembered
that they were French and Catholic--began at once to break up the chairs
and benches with which to make fires. These they kindled at the base of
the great stone pillars for which the Cathedral is celebrated. Towards
evening, as I happened to pass that way, I saw the men and lads warming
themselves at these great blazing fires, that lighted up the whole
edifice, the roof of which, however, could scarcely be seen through the
wreaths of thick smoke that formed a dense cloud overhead. It was an
ungodly spectacle, the more so that many of the men sang and joked,
while one amused himself at the organ.

I confess the scene was very disagreeable to me. Every now and then one
of these fellows would lay hold of a chair, and with one blow shatter it
in pieces against the tiles or the nearest pillar, and then cast the
fragments into the blaze. There they sat, smoking, eating, and
drinking,--what little they could get to eat and drink,--cursing
Bismarck and the Emperor, and rehearsing that oft-told preposterous lie,
how universal treachery was the cause of their presence there that
night. I stood for some time looking on at a display which, if curious,
was still more revolting. The stalls of the Sanctuary, which I had seen
a few days previously graced by the canons and other dignitaries who
surrounded Monseigneur Dupanloup, during the pomp and splendour of the
Episcopal ceremonies, and at High Mass, were now filled with the vilest
of the French soldiery, some of whom lolled about at their leisure and
conversed together, while others, overcome by hunger and fatigue, were
lying fast asleep all over the church. On the steps of the High Altar
fellows were stretched out in deep slumber, and not one appeared to
regard the nature of the place in which they were quartered. The lines
of fires down each side of the building, the din and the confusion to
which this herd of men gave rise, and the manner in which they seemed to
be swarming about all parts of the Cathedral, as the light of the fires
glanced on them, made an extraordinary combination, and one might have
fancied that the age of Gil Blas had returned in the nineteenth century.

For two days the Cathedral was possessed by this motley congregation;
then the prisoners were sent off in batches by train from Orleans, and
we were glad to get rid of them. Their destination, as usual, was over
the Rhine.

I met one of these convoys on their way to the station. They were
marched, or rather driven along, before half a dozen mounted troopers;
and when any straggled or fell behind, these put spurs to their chargers
and rode in amongst their captives, in some instances trampling them
under the horses' feet, and lashing them with their riding whips in the
most wanton manner. The sight was enough to make one's blood boil. Had
any one told me of such a thing, I should have received his statement
with caution, if not with distrust; but I relate that of which I was
myself an eye-witness. When I had cooled down a little, I consoled
myself with the idea that such was the treatment which these very
Germans received at the hands of their own officers and under-officers,
while going through their training and their drill, as I have already
testified from personal observation. They gave the French, therefore,
only what they had been treated to themselves.

During the whole of the 6th and 7th, and the intervening night, we were
hard at work in the Hospital, the greater part of our time being taken
up at the operation table. I may here mention a fact, which is highly
interesting to me, _viz._, that now, by permission of our chief, I
performed my first capital operation, in a case of compound comminuted
fracture of the bone of the arm, which I had to amputate below the
shoulder. Nor were the circumstances of the place in which I went
through my task, of a common sort. It was Sunday morning; and the
operation table stood in a side chapel, at the foot of the Lady Altar,
not many yards from the Shrine of Ste. Euverte. But although one's first
impressions might be that such work, on such a spot, was a profanation,
yet on second thoughts it will not appear so. The deed, though
sanguinary, was not cruel; and where should the wounded find refuge if
not under the sacred roof?

On the evening of the 7th, we received intelligence that the Germans had
come up with the French army; that fighting had begun; and that a
general engagement was expected. Accordingly, Dr. Tilghman, with May and
Mackellar, started with a supply of surgical appliances and waggons for
bringing the wounded off the field.

I was set down for work at the Hospital, and did not go with them. But
Dr. Tilghman subsequently gave me a full account of the whole affair,
and described the carnage as very great. The town of Beaugency and the
neighbouring villages were literally crammed with wounded; and they had
hardly any one to look after them, and but very little to eat. In fact,
so scarce were provisions that many sank from privation alone,
aggravated, indeed, by the bitter cold, which just at this time was
intense. He mentioned, among other ghastly details, that owing to the
hard frost, the bodies of the slain were glued to the ground, while
their clothes were so hard and stiff that it was impossible to move the
dead from where they lay.

Dr. Tilghman returned on the 10th with his _confrères_, bringing some
waggon-loads of wounded. That the fighting about Beaugency had been
severe I could discern from the appearance of all that was left of the
Bavarian army, which returned to Orleans about the 14th. Jaded and
fatigued, spattered with mud, with their uniforms in some instances
torn, and their plumes lost, they trudged sulkily and silently into the
town. About 8000 of all ranks had survived of the 30,000 men that left
Germany. They, too, like the French, were a contrast to their North
German brethren in arms. But, as usual, they had been set in the
forefront of the hottest battle; they had everywhere borne the brunt
against vastly superior forces; and had in the end conquered, though at
the expense of half their numbers. From the beginning of the war this
had been the inevitable fate of the Bavarians; they were butchered to
make the new German Empire.

In return for these heroic services, the Prussians affected to look down
on them; they snubbed them openly; and took pains to hinder rather than
to cultivate a friendly feeling between themselves and their Southern
allies. I have seen quarrels take place in private houses where
Prussians and Bavarians were billeted together, simply because my lords
of Brandenburg disdained to share their quarters with King Ludwig's men.
Such bickerings went from words to blows, in which the hearty ill-will
of both branches of the great Teutonic race to one another became only
too visible.

In the week which followed the battle of Beaugency, nothing happened
worthy of special record; we were always at work from daylight to dark,
and fresh convoys of wounded were brought in daily from that
neighbourhood. When one has such an absorbing subject of interest as the
routine of an Ambulance, from its very nature, and especially after a
severe engagement, the days pass like hours. So it was with us; for,
except an occasional few minutes which we spent in listening to the
splendid military bands that performed every day in the Place Jeanne
d'Arc, we had little to divert our minds from our business. There is,
however, a matter of interest connected with the battle of Beaugency
that I will ask leave to set down here.

The 11th Prussian infantry regiment, serving under the Red Prince,
had suffered severely, and were nearly decimated on the 8th December.
Six of these men came under my care. One of them gave me the following
history of a most dangerous bullet wound, which he had received
through the upper arm. His name was Henry Schroeder, under-officer
(_Unter-officier_) in that regiment, and he spoke French fluently and
English intelligibly. He was advancing with his company along the skirts
of a wood, in the face of a most murderous fire from the French, and his
men were falling on all sides, when he perceived two of these, whom he
knew to be rascals, edging away from the rest into the wood, with the
clear intent of shirking their duty, and endeavouring to screen
themselves from the fire.

He sent a soldier to them with this message, that he would have them
shot forthwith, unless they returned to their places. Not many minutes
had elapsed, when, in the confusion and heat of a charge, as they were
bursting along in the open, he received a bullet from behind which
felled him to the earth. A single glance made him aware that these two
miscreants were at his back, but were now hard at work against the
enemy.

This poor fellow, of whom we shall hear more later on, eventually
succumbed, at home in Hamburg, to his wounds. He died with the firm
conviction that it was one of these two villains who had shot him,
though, of course, no one could prove it against the man.

Just about this time it happened that I got permission from Dr. May to
amputate a thigh midway between the hip and the knee. As I was on the
point of making the first incision, who should walk up to the operation
table but Professor Langenbeck, of Berlin? This great person had come
into the Hospital to glance at our surgical work, and to observe the
manner in which we treated his Imperial master's subjects. For a moment,
the presence of perhaps the greatest military surgeon living, and the
father of German field surgery, made me very uncomfortable. However, I
regained my self-possession pretty quickly, and was fortunate enough to
get through the operation without a hitch or misadventure, receiving at
the end a gracious bow, and a "_Sehr schön, mein Herr_," from the old
veteran, who diligently smoked a cigar all the while. I need hardly add
that my _confrères_ had a great laugh over the incident, and at my
sudden exhibition of panic, which they assured me was quite evident.

In our Hospital we made, as far as possible, an equal division of
labour, by allowing to each man so many beds. Though I was only an
assistant surgeon by promotion, I had practically the position of
surgeon and not assistant, having the sole charge of my division, which
consisted of all the beds between the pillars and the wall down the
middle aisle of the Church, and numbered about thirty-three. It must be
remembered that these beds were occupied by none but the gravely
wounded, and that we had under our charge numbers of others, placed out
in private houses through the town, along with those who were billeted
in the houses just outside the Church. These last were under the same
management as those in Ste. Euverte itself.

About the 18th December an incident occurred which caused some stir
among our circle. Mr. Frederick Wombwell, who had started the previous
day for Versailles to bring back medical stores, arrived with the
intelligence that Dr. Pratt and Captain Hozier had been arrested in
Étampes. It seems that they had met Captain Keith Fraser and the
correspondent of the _Illustrated London News_, as also the
correspondent of the _Pall Mall Gazette_, on their way to Versailles,
and that whole party fraternised and dined together at the hotel. The
Prussian Commandant's suspicions were aroused by this convivial meeting
of foreigners, and he promptly placed them under arrest. Captain Hozier
and Dr. Pratt, after a day's detention, were allowed to return to
Orleans; but Captain Fraser and his two companions were sent on to
Versailles under a heavy escort of dragoons, at which place they were
liberated without delay.

Just about this time, also, there was much excitement caused by the
arrival from Kiel of two hundred sailors to man the gunboats on the
Loire, which had been captured from the French. These bearded tars were
fine, burly fellows, and to judge by their rollicking spirits seemed to
enjoy the prospect of the job before them.

Another week elapsed in the old routine, without any stirring events
having come to pass, and we found ourselves on the eve of Christmas, but
with nothing to remind us of its approach, save the snow, which lay more
than a foot deep on the ground, and the intense cold of the weather. It
was freezing so hard, both in and out of doors, that the water in the
jug and basin of my bedroom became almost a solid mass.

The manner in which we spent Christmas Day may be described in five
words,--it was all hard work. Nevertheless, we contrived in the
afternoon to have a good dinner, and a little jollification over a
blazing fire in our quarters on the Quai. The custom of Midnight Mass,
so impressive in Catholic countries, had been this year abrogated by the
Bishop's order. And there was no religious service for our wounded,
though all had been arranged with a view to it. I ought not to omit the
reason, which was hardly, in my judgment, a sound one. The hour fixed
for Mass was 7 A.M. It came to pass, however, that when in the morning
the old Curé learned that the Protestant Chaplain had been before him,
and had preached a sermon to his Protestant brethren from the pulpit, he
straightway refused to begin his own service. I confess I was much
scandalised at this unreasonable exhibition of bigotry. Under the
circumstances, I hold, the Protestant Chaplain only did what it was
perfectly right and proper that he should do. And I expressed that
opinion pretty strongly to the Sisters of Charity, and the Curé himself,
who was referred to me as the only Roman Catholic on the staff.

However, we dressed the Church with holly and ivy, and had a Christmas
tree in the middle decorated with ribbons. We likewise gave each man a
flannel shirt and a pair of drawers, which were looked upon by them as
most appropriate and acceptable Christmas boxes.

Friends have asked me since how much I saw of that famous Bishop
Dupanloup, and what was his line of conduct during the German
occupation. I can but reply, that I never saw him in the city. All the
while he remained shut up in his palace, the greater part of which had
been converted into ambulance wards, despite a vehement protest from the
cathedral chapter. But their protest did not avail; and when the very
churches had to serve as hospitals for the wounded, and accommodation
was everywhere less than sufficient, I do not know that even a Bishop's
palace could have been exempted from so plain a duty of love and
compassion towards the suffering, whether friends or foes.




CHAPTER XXV.

CHRISTMAS DAY AT STE. EUVERTE.--GOING THE ROUNDS.--YOUNG
HEROES.--ARRIVALS DURING THE NIGHT.--A GLIMPSE OF THE DEAD-HOUSE.


I have not, so far, given a description of our new Hospital, nor any
particulars in connection with individual cases; and I cannot do better
than submit to my reader a revised copy of some notes I made while on
duty that Christmas night. These may furnish a tolerable idea of the
nature of our work, and of such reflections as the time and place
suggested to me.

The Church of Ste. Euverte at Orleans is a fine old Gothic building, in
the style of the twelfth century. Its exterior would present few
interesting details, except for the crumbling granite walls, and the
ancient carved portals, on which the hand of time may be plainly traced.
The interior also is devoid of ornament; but the rich stained glass in
the windows is not likely to be equalled by any attempt of our modern
artists in the same line.

The nave is about 300 feet long, and broad in proportion, while the
plain vaulted roof springs lightly from the massive pillars which
support it. The High Altar is of granite, as well as those in the
chapels, and they in nowise relieve the cold stern appearance of the
building. It had now become the third Hospital which we of the
Anglo-American Ambulance had set up in this hotly-contested city.

It was late on Christmas Eve that I repaired to the Church, and took my
turn of night duty. The night was bitterly cold. It had been freezing
for weeks, and the snow lay deep and crisp underfoot. Let me describe
what followed in the present tense.

As I approach the long narrow street, at the end of which the gloomy
mass of buildings can be seen through the darkness, I hear the steady
pace of the Prussian sentinel who keeps guard before the gate. The dim
light of a lantern hanging above the door shows my uniform as I pass,
and the soldier, checking his half-uttered "Halt!" salutes. The door is
opened by a Zouave, who also salutes; but this time in French fashion.
He is an old Mexican campaigner, and wears, among other decorations, the
war-medal given by his now deposed Sovereign, who is spending Christmas
at Wilhelmshöhe, a broken exile. He swings open the heavy, studded oak
door, and I enter. I pause for a moment to contemplate a scene, the
misery and pain of which none could realise who have not beheld it.

Along the central aisle, to the right and left, are double rows of
beds, each with its suffering occupant. On every pillar hangs a lamp,
one to every four beds. Precisely the same arrangement has been made
along the side aisles.

Between every fourth and fifth pillar a stove is burning, with the
bright and cheery blaze of a wood fire. Thus a dim light is cast over
the beds of the patients, but not sufficient to penetrate the gloom of
the lofty roof. Impressive as the sight is taken as a whole, the deep
interest which it excites is heightened by the thought that every one of
those 300 beds bears its wounded sufferer, and that each sufferer could
tell his own long history of privation and pain.

Assuredly the saddest congregation that this old Church has ever held!
Around the stoves are huddled knots of soldiers, French and German,
whose common affliction has changed bitter foes into sympathising
friends. These are men whose wounds are comparatively light; and who,
poor fellows, for five or six days have not enjoyed the privilege of a
bed. They lie in all postures around the fires, trying to sleep,--a
difficult task with a broken arm, wrist, or rib, or with severe flesh
wounds; and they have no covering of any kind, and only a little straw
and the hard flags to rest upon.

Passing along the lines of beds are Sisters of Charity, who administer
every comfort they can, arrange the patients' beds, smoothe their
pillows, and whisper words of solace and consolation. In the stillness
of the Christmas night the tones of agony and suffering echo through the
Church, which for centuries has resounded at that hour with the grand
and solemn music of the Midnight Mass. What a comment on the words of
the "_Gloria in Excelsis_," in which these Christians say they believe!
"_Et in terra pax hominibus bonæ voluntatis._" Man, I cannot but observe
to myself, thou art as much a scandal as a mystery to the reflecting
mind!

I begin my rounds, visiting first the more urgent cases. To some of the
greatest sufferers I give morphia in pills, or else introduce it in
solution under the skin, by means of a syringe with a sharp perforated
needle affixed. The effect is wonderful. In a few minutes they are out
of pain, and fall asleep quietly. In this manner I am compelled to
silence those whose groans would disturb the other patients. I now go on
in succession, stopping at every bed to satisfy myself as to the
condition of its occupant, giving medicines when required, arranging
bandages here and there, and soothing with hypnotics those whose wounds
prevent their sleeping.

This done, I repair to the sacristy, which serves the purpose of a
surgery and a waiting-room, and read before the fire for an hour, when I
return to the Church to see that all is right, and that the infirmarians
are awake and at their posts. As I stand in the Sanctuary and listen, I
can hear the heavy tread of the watchers pacing to and fro: nothing
else, save the heavy breathing of the sleepers. What a change in less
than two hours! The cries of pain are silenced, and the restless day of
suffering is succeeded by a night of calm repose;--a pleasant sight for
the surgeon, and one which is entirely due to that friend of humanity,
so long as rightly administered,--the drug opium. To be prepared,
however, for emergencies, I return to my room, and lay out my
instruments so as to be ready for an operation if necessary; secondary
hemorrhage, and such-like mishaps, being of frequent occurrence.

Were such an accident to take place, I have but to send for my "sleeping
partner," Dr. May, whose quarters are next door; and who is only bound
to be present when sent for by the responsible officer on duty for the
night. Thus as the hours advance, and my previous hard day's work begins
to tell upon me, I grow sleepier every moment, and am soon nodding in my
chair before the fire. But I have scarcely become unconscious when I am
roused by an _infirmier_, who tells me that two men are awake and in
their intense agony are creating a disturbance. I rub my eyes, shake
myself together, and proceed to see them.

The first I come to is a young Prussian artillery volunteer. He is only
sixteen, a mere boy, with large blue eyes, fair soft complexion, and
fair hair, and, though stoutly built, has very white and delicate
hands. His graceful and engaging manner, and his developed mind, show
that he is of a good German family. Yet he is but a private soldier.
What has induced him to leave his home and country at such an age? Two
reasons alone,--hatred of the French, and a thirst for glory. Poor boy!
his leg has been shattered by the fragment of a shell. His large tearful
eyes turn to me as I approach his bed, and a kind smile comes over his
face, so pale and worn with suffering. He takes my hand, and begins his
sad story,--of a kind familiar enough by this time. He tells me that the
pain from his wounds has become insupportable; that he can neither eat
nor sleep; that every day makes him thinner and weaker; and that he
thinks he shall not last long. With as favourable a forecast as I can
muster up, I try to cheer him, and give the poor fellow hopes which I
fear can never be realised. I bid him go to sleep. I give him some
morphia to help that consummation, wish him good-night, and leave him.

My next patient is a subject of special interest to me. I received him
some weeks ago into my ward, suffering from a comminuted fracture of the
leg; in other words, the limb was very badly crushed. He gave me to
understand that he came of a respectable and wealthy family in
Wiesbaden. He was the only son of his mother, and the last of his name;
and in saving his life, I should save his mother's too, for he believed
that she would not survive him.

Never did I see a man cling more passionately to life, and never had one
stronger motives for so doing; but never again did I see a man so ill
and yet so incredulous of his danger. Now in the stillness of this
Christmas night I come to his bedside to see him die. For days and
nights I have helped him all in my power; I have denied him nothing that
I could give him; and he has always been so gentle and affectionate that
every trouble I took for him was truly a pleasure. He speaks French and
English fluently, is a graduate of the University of Bonn, and is young
and good-looking. All through his illness he has had one thought in his
mind, and that was his mother. He now complains of excessive weariness
and pains in every part of his body. He is an Evangelical, and at my
request the clergyman had visited him late that evening. I speak to him
in a low voice, and tell him that I fear he is not better. It appears
that his last efforts at speaking have been too much for him; he is now
too weak and prostrate to do more than gasp out something about his
mother, home, and Fatherland. Now his lips quiver, now they cease to
move, and a cold sweat stands out in large beads over his face. I
smoothe his pillow and wipe his forehead, as I had often done before.

This makes him alive to the fact that I am in my old place at his
bedside. He takes my hand, presses it feebly in his, looks earnestly
into my face, and becomes again unconscious. By this time several of the
Sisters and one or two of the infirmarians have assembled around the bed
of the dying man. For some minutes the brave fellow remains motionless;
his breathing becomes shorter and shorter; when suddenly he starts
convulsively forward, and makes an effort as it were to rise; his eyes,
which are now fixed and glassy, stare out with a vacant expression, and
he falls back heavily a corpse. As we gaze for a second, the old tower
clock strikes the hour, the sentinel on watch cries out in reply to the
challenge of his superior officer who is on his rounds, "One o'clock and
all's well". Yes--all is well,--only a poor soldier has given up his
life into the hands of his Maker, for his country's cause. One more
German mother has lost her son,--one more German heart is desolate.

Not many minutes elapse before the fair youth of yesterday is lifted on
a _brancard_, or stretcher, and conveyed to the dead-house. Here the
bearers tumble the body on the cold shiny floor and leave it until
morning, when the mayor's cart will convey it and the other lifeless
remains in that ghastly chamber, to the brink of a deep pit at the back
of the church, and into that they will be roughly heaved. A little
quicklime will be thrown in, then a little earth; and the burial
ceremony is over. Thus the scene closes for this brave lad, who was my
friend as well as my patient. "_Dulce et decorum est_," wrote Horace.
Here is the reality of that boast.

Having seen that all is quiet again, I return to my fireside in the
sacristy. When I am once more in my cosy chair, the details of what I
have witnessed,--to such scenes,--alas, I am now accustomed,--pass from
my thoughts, and are replaced by others of a different and more
agreeable nature. The little bunch of holly which is set above the
Tabernacle on the High Altar reminds me that it is Christmas morning;
the glow of the burning wood brings before me the recollection of that
bright fireside at home across the water; and as my eyelids gradually
close, many a well-known and much loved face appears before me as if to
cheer me in this solitude.

I have slept thus for nearly two hours, when my pleasant dreams are put
to flight for the second time by the infirmarian of the watch, who tells
me in an excited manner that a young Bavarian soldier is bleeding
profusely from the mouth, and cannot live if I delay many minutes. I
despatch a messenger in haste to call Dr. May; and another second takes
me to the bedside of the dying man.

This patient, a young Bavarian, has been shot through the open mouth.
Curiously enough, the ball had traversed the substance of the tongue
from apex to base, and had buried itself in the back of the throat, from
which position it has hitherto been impossible to get it removed.

At once I compress the common artery of the neck with my thumbs, and
while thus supporting him, kneeling up behind him in bed, I am able for
the time being almost to stop the blood completely. But when I look into
the basin that is placed beside me on a stool, I perceive to my horror
that it is half full of what appears to be pure blood. I now ask the
infirmarian why he had not made me aware of the fact, and called me
sooner. He answers that some five minutes previously the sick man had
sat up in bed, and had been, as he thought, very sick in his stomach. By
the extremely faint light he had not perceived that what the sick man
was ejecting was blood. Immediately upon discovering the true state of
things, he had come for me.

In a few minutes Dr. May arrives; but he and I are both too late. The
man becomes ghastly pale, and writhes as if in a fit, then he is still
for an instant, and sinks heavily and without life into my arms.

A momentary feeling of sadness comes upon me, while I gaze on the
remains of that unhappy young man, the victim of such an awful, such an
unnatural death! But I must quickly repress my feelings; I have to see
that these sleepy fellows remove the body, change the bedding, and
clean the blood from the floor, so as to make way for another, who will
at once occupy the place that has been thus left empty.

This done, I pass round to the bedside of the young soldier whom it will
be remembered that I visited first. His dreams of glory are now at an
end; for he sleeps the sleep that knows no waking. Doubtless his spirit
is at peace. What would his mother feel did she know that her son had
died this lonely death in a dreary place, with no hand save mine, that
of a stranger, to wipe his brow! When he, too, has been consigned to the
dead-house, I return as before to the sacristy, where I take another
interval of rest.

Between four and five o'clock the infirmarian awakes me for the third
time, to say that there is a waggon at the gate with three wounded who
are begging earnestly to be admitted. I have only two vacant beds; the
third was occupied already by a bad case which had been lifted from the
floor. I order two of the arrivals to be brought in. Upon examination I
find that both have been badly frost-bitten in the feet. One, indeed,
showed me half his foot almost black and simply rotting off. Their tale
was a fearful one. They had been wounded,--one in the hip, and the other
in the fleshy part of the thigh--in a skirmish about a fortnight before,
near Beaugency. Overcome by loss of blood, each had dragged himself
into a thicket--for the spot was a lonely one in the open country; and
there they had remained in terrible frost and snow, during the whole
night and part of the next morning. Some peasants discovered them, and
they were removed to a cottage several miles distant. Here they had
remained until now without surgical treatment; and hence their miserable
condition.

Their sufferings are not to be described; and I administer at once a
hypodermic injection of morphia, which gives them speedy relief. Then I
go to see the remaining occupant of the cart. By a gleam of the lantern
I perceive that his leg is badly fractured; and the blood which oozes
through the bandages, and trickles down the mutilated remains of his
trousers, indicates that matters have not been improved by an eighteen
miles' journey over rugged country roads. The sight of this famished and
half-frozen unfortunate, whose agony is increased by the bitter cold of
the winter night, and his pitiful supplication to be let in, determine
me at once to make out a place for him. This is the work of a minute;
for I know of a comparatively light-wounded fellow whom I can dislodge
from his bed, although he is sound asleep and does not want to be
stirred. The garments of the new-comer are, some stripped, some cut off
him; and he is put into the bed which is still warm from its late
occupant. A hot bowl of bouillon is swallowed down with avidity; to the
fracture I adjust a temporary splint, for he is much too weak to undergo
an operation. A sleeping draught is given, and I leave him to enjoy some
hours' repose.

Once more I satisfy myself that all is right, the fires burning up, and
the men on duty at their posts; and as I yawn, and stretch my weary
limbs in the arm-chair again, I find it difficult to imagine that it is
Christmas Day.

Another walk round the Hospital, and dawn is here at last. Soon after I
repair to a neighbouring house, where I address myself to a large bowl
of café-au-lait, and a loaf of bread, with some Liebig's extract of
meat. This accomplished, I return and find our staff assembled, making
ready for the day's work. I give in my report to the chief, and
immediately set about attending to my own wounded.

I never felt the long watch in the least irksome, nor did the others. At
ten I assist my seniors during two amputations and a resection. One of
the amputations is our arrival of the night, who last occupied the
waggon: a consultation has just decided the fate of his limb.

The operations being over, I return to my men, and work away, with the
assistance of two male nurses and Soeur Berthe. The Sister is a native
of Luxemburg, as bright and active as possible, and my great mainstay.
At three my work is finished, and in our house on the Quai I get a good
substantial dinner. But I must still go back to Ste. Euverte, and wait
the expiration of my term of duty.

On looking into the dead-house to make sure that my poor friends of the
night, with their companions, had been committed to the grave by the
Mayor's officials, I perceive that one is still unburied, probably
because the dead-cart was full. It is the young soldier, on whose sad
end I have dwelt, I hope not too insistently. I felt very sorry for him.
Our affection in that short space had grown to be that of brothers; for
we were, after all, only boys together. I shall miss him even in the
stir and excitement of these unruly times. But I can do no more. Dr.
Mackellar comes to take my place, and my watch is at an end.




CHAPTER XXVI.

VISITORS.--NEW YEAR IN HOSPITAL.--THE CHURCH EVACUATED.--I GET
FURLOUGH,--AND CATCH A NIGHT-GLIMPSE OF PARIS.


Christmas week passed away, and we had anything but a pleasant time of
it. The frost and cold were so intense that it was with much difficulty
we could keep ourselves sufficiently warm to enable us to do our work.
About this time we had several visitors at our quarters. They were
Captain Brackenbury, of the Royal Artillery, Prussian Military Attaché;
Captain Frazer, also of the Artillery; and Colonel Reilly, French
Military Attaché,--the last of whom had been captured in Orleans on the
morning of 7th December, by the Prussians, and kept there ever since. He
was now ordered with an escort of Uhlans to the frontier. We had a great
laugh when he walked into our place on that unlucky 7th; and related
how, on awaking, he found to his surprise that the town was in the
possession of the Germans. It was certainly not pleasant for him.

We had also with us Major de Haveland, a knight of Malta, and, as I was
informed, the only English member of that order. It is well known,
however, that the knights of St. John are divided in their obedience;
and I do not believe that the Grand-Master, who lives in Rome, would
recognise many who in England are spoken of as Maltese Knights. The
major, I presume, was of the Roman Obedience. Two members of the press
were our guests, Mr. Mejonelle of the _Daily Telegraph_ and Mr. Holt
White of the _Pall Mall Gazette._ The former, who was an artist, made
sketches also for the _Graphic._ He has given a representation of Ste.
Euverte, in which several of us figure. The day I was showing him round,
there was a dead soldier laid out on the High Altar, wrapped up in his
sheet, with nothing but his head and toes to be seen. He had been taken
out of one of the beds beside the Altar immediately after his death, so
as to make room for a fresh occupant, and merely laid there while the
infirmarians were arranging the bed. The sight struck our guest
forcibly, as it could not fail to do; it was most uncanny.

These gentlemen expressed their satisfaction at the way in which
everything was carried out at Ste. Euverte, and the clean and decent
condition in which we kept the Hospital, despite the presence of almost
every circumstance which could militate against cleanliness and order.

Another couple of days, and we found ourselves celebrating the
obsequies of the old year, and welcoming, after the fashion of heathens,
the advent of the new, by partaking of the unlimited supply of rum
punch, which nigger Charlie served up. I have already praised it.

On the evening of New Year we dined together, and toasted not only our
noble selves, but our respective countries, homes and friends;
endeavouring to feel as happy as possible in the midst of occupations
which demanded good spirits as the best way of keeping up our health and
courage. It would be unfair to nigger Charlie if I forgot his most
eloquent and humorous oration, delivered in choice Virginian or negro
dialect, in reply to the toast of his health which Colonel Hozier
proposed. The most remarkable portion of it was, perhaps, that in which
Charlie exulted over the former wealth and greatness of Dr. Pratt's
family, as large slave-owners! What could a Declaration of Independence
do for such feudal enthusiasm as this?

The weather continued bitterly cold; and Henry Schroeder, the
sub-lieutenant whom I mentioned as having been shot at Beaugency by one
of his own men, asked me as a favour to find quarters for him in some
private house in the town. After much trouble I heard, by accident, that
at the convent of Notre Dame des Récouvrances, the superior, Mère
Pauline, desired much that the cloisters, dormitories and schoolrooms
which the convent possessed, should be occupied by our Ambulance. The
Sisters were afraid lest the Germans should establish in their house an
Ambulance of their own, to which the nuns highly objected.

But the fact that Mère Pauline was an Englishwoman, in great measure
accounted for her anxiety to have us. I need hardly say that I did not
want much pressing; at once I had Schroeder, Rüdiger, and four or five
others, removed into their new quarters, and took formal possession in
the name of the Ambulance.

Here, in good beds and warm rooms, with every care and attention paid to
them, and good food to eat, they were very snug and comfortable--a
pleasing contrast to the cold, dreary church which they had just left. I
appointed one nurse, Soeur Léopoldine, to look after these men, whose
number, in a few days, I increased to ten, so that I had quite a
hospital there, though on a small scale.

The patient named Rüdiger, a young fellow of seventeen, and a volunteer,
whose leg was fractured, became a particular favourite with his nurse
and with Mère Pauline. He had not a hair on his face, which was of a
ruddy hue, and wore a perpetual smile. He spent his time mostly in
learning the French Grammar, a task in which he was helped by Soeur
Léopoldine during her spare moments. Most of the others were Bavarians,
and, I must say, a sleepy uninteresting lot.

Schroeder was the son of a wealthy tobacco and wine merchant in Hamburg.
He had one brother, who was captain in an infantry regiment. Their
mother was still living. He told me with pride that he had supplied
Bismarck with many a cigar; and promised me a case of them and a barrel
of oysters, when he returned. Poor fellow, he little knew what was
coming; for at this time he was comparatively strong, and, in the
opinion of many, out of danger. But, from my conversations with him, I
learned that his family history was very bad; and from the first had
grave misgivings about his case, which, however, it was my duty to
disguise from him. When, occasionally, without being able to help it, I
looked serious, he used only to laugh, and chaff me, singing, in the
most comical way possible, the well-known English ditty, "Champagne
Charley is my name". I liked Schroeder.

I now put two of my men from Ste. Euverte into No. 44 Rue de Bourdon
Blanc. They were Martin Dilger, my old patient--the survivor of the
railway-shed--and Jacob Venheiser. There they received the kindest care
and attention from their good host and hostess, M. and Madame B----.

By 4th January I had removed all my worst cases into private quarters in
the town; leaving only about a dozen in the church, all of which were
now on the high road to convalescence, and fit to be removed to Germany
by the next ambulance train. On this happy disposal of my patients I had
greatly to congratulate myself; for just now pyæmia and hospital
gangrene of the worst type, showed themselves in the church; and we knew
from our experiences at Sedan and the railway station how sure they were
to be attended by terrible results, where such a number of wounded were
kept together.

And so it proved now. In a few days, blood-poisoning made great havoc
among the men, and its victims lay piled one above another in the
dead-house,--truly a sorry sight for those who had spent so much care on
them! We determined at once to evacuate the church; for even the
convalescent were not safe from this dread malady, which some of the
savants in our profession tell us is preventable; such, however, is not
my experience. Disinfectants and carbolic-acid dressings were used
unsparingly. Fresh air, as I have said, is of paramount importance in
the management of this disease; and it must come to the patient in a
continuous current,--moreover, to be effective, it must be dry air,
while about the patient it requires to be warm, or at least the patient
himself must be warm, and at no time suffer a chill. Every day the
members of our staff eagerly sought new quarters for their wounded in
the private houses of the town, which was now not a difficult task, the
garrison not being very large, for Orleans had ceased to be that
theatre of war which heretofore it had been.

As time rolled on, and fresh arrivals did not come in, we had more
leisure. And well for me that it happened so! I had begun to find the
work tell upon my health, and now a little relaxation was as necessary
as it was agreeable.

During all this time no startling event happened, save an attempt that
was made by some demented person at Orleans to assassinate a Prussian
soldier. For this offence a fine of 600,000 francs was levied on the
town; and to show the amount of trade which was carried on by the French
with the invaders, out of this sum imposed, 400,000 francs were paid
down in Prussian money. The fine was demanded on the 16th, and paid up
fully on the 23rd of December.

Now, as I was daily beginning to feel more and more exhausted, and
feared my health was becoming undermined, I determined to seek leave of
absence for a few weeks. Dr. Tilghman, who was again _locum tenens_
during Dr. Pratt's absence on business for ten days, knew how much I
wanted a change, and did not hesitate to give me leave, under condition
that I would report myself again before that day month. A matter of
urgent private business obliged Dr. Sherwell to start for Hamburg on the
next day, and I resolved to get ready that evening, 7th Jan., 1871.

I went with Dr. Fritz to the Commandant of the place and the Head
Military Surgeon, from whom I obtained sick passes all through France
and Germany, and Railway and Hotel billets free. The Northern parts were
still in the hands of the French, so that I had no chance of getting
home in that direction. I handed over my cases to the care of Dr.
Parker, who, with his usual good nature, promised to give them his best
attention in my absence. I made as little as possible of my departure to
them, merely saying that I should be back at the end of some days.

At six o'clock next morning Dr. Sherwell and I were at the Railway
Station, where we found that a train full of wounded was to be put under
our charge as far as Corbeil. Our way of getting on was a novel one, for
we were to be drawn by horses the whole distance. After much confusion
and waiting we started. The entire train was composed of goods trucks,
in which the wounded were laid on straw, using their rugs to cover them.
There were many officers among them who took pot luck with the men, for
there was no special accommodation. Every three trucks were drawn by
four horses, and thus it was that we took the train to Corbeil,--a
distance of some fifty miles.

The morning was bitterly cold, and a dense fog hung about, which made it
hard for us to keep ourselves warm; but matters mended when we came to
Artenay, where hot soup and bread were awaiting us.

In one of the trucks sat Martin Dilger and one or two other of my
patients, all in high spirits at the thought of getting back to the
Fatherland, though minus a limb each. In another carriage we had a
company of soldiers as an escort to the cavalcade, and these made
themselves useful when required.

Thus we went along at a snail's pace; but Sherwell and I got out now and
then, and ran ahead of the train to warm ourselves, for the weather did
not mend, and many of our charges suffered severely from it. During the
journey I fell into conversation with the sergeant of our guard, a mere
lad, like so many others, and a volunteer. He spoke English well, with
hardly any accent, and had lived and studied in London during the past
two years, hence his knowledge of the language. He had been at
Gravelotte, of which tremendous affair he gave me a most interesting
account.

He was a gentle youth, with a soft musical voice, and plainly of
position, as well as education. He said that he had been recommended for
the Iron Cross. Here was the third volunteer I had met under the age of
twenty, and all three were of good social standing.

There was one old wounded colonel who had a large flask bottle of
chartreuse, with which he repeatedly plied Sherwell and me during the
journey. I think we neither of us disliked it just then. The next stop
we made was at Étampes, where we remained half an hour to have some hot
coffee served out. At dusk we had got as far as Juviose, where we
changed lines, and in due time arrived at Corbeil about 8 P.M. Our
convoy excited notice and wonder among the country people in the
districts which we passed, and in many places they came out in crowds to
see us go along. When we arrived at Corbeil, we called on the
Etappen-commandant, got our passes checked, and went to the major for
our billet and rations,--in other words, our requisition for board and
lodging, which he gave us on a very snug well-furnished little house in
a central part of the town. Having dined off a piece of coarse beef and
some bread and beer, we strolled out for a short time. Next morning we
were up betimes, and went out to see the town, which is a quaint old
place. We stood on the ruins of the bridge, which we had crossed over on
piles and planks, in the parts where it had been damaged by the French
explosion. It formed a pretty sight when seen at a little distance.

What struck me most about the place was that all the trade of the town
seemed to be in the hands of German sutlers, principally Jews, who had
followed in the footsteps of the army. Few of the inhabitants kept
establishments open for the sale of merchandise. In one of these shops
where we turned in to buy some trifles, we met a friendly German
civilian, who told us that our best route eastwards was by Lagny, beyond
Paris,--a station some forty miles from Corbeil--which was in direct
railway communication with the Rhine. He added that a convoy of
provision was to leave at noon for that place, and advised us to secure
a seat in one of the waggons. Accordingly, we found out the conductor,
promised him a couple of thalers for the lift, and secured places in one
of the least uncomfortable of these vans. It was, by the way, of very
simple construction. The body, made of osier-work and tapering to a
point, rested on a heavy beam which ran lengthwise, and which rested, in
turn, on the pair of axles, the upper part being supported by stays
which went from the main ribs of the boxes of the wheels; in short, the
whole resembled a boat resting on a piece of timber, which again found
support on the axles. Then there were twists of osiers overhead, covered
with canvas which made the thing like a gipsy's tent.

In this queer turn-out we started from Corbeil, drawn by two Dutch
ponies; but, though our horses were fresh and spirited, our progress was
very slow, the ground being as slippery as ice. Just before nightfall it
began to snow hard, and when we came to the hamlet of Brie, our
conductor would go no further. The roughing on his horses' shoes was
worn, and it would be too dangerous for us to travel at night on such
unendurable roads.

We got down, therefore, rather unwillingly, with our traps in our hands;
and going about in quest of lodgings for the night, as fortune would
have it, we espied at the further end of the village a line of waggons
similar to that which we had just left. Upon hailing the conductor, we
found that they also were for Lagny, and starting at once; so that again
we took our seats, this time in a waggon load of hay, which helped to
keep us warm, or, at all events, prevented us from being thoroughly
frozen. It was snowing fast, and by now was quite dark. We thought the
cold fearful. As we went along the horses seemed to take it in turns to
fall; but sometimes our ponies would be down together; happily, they
were not encumbered with harness, and soon righted themselves. Yet, once
or twice it took the united ingenuity of us all to extricate them from
the rope-traces, in which their legs had become entangled.

We had a lantern hung out over the front of our waggon, by the dim light
of which we were barely able to see the road before us. In time, to our
great relief, the snow-storm, which had lasted for hours, cleared up. We
had been afraid that our steeds would either miss the road, or tumble us
into a ditch. At one place I got out, and trudged through the snow for a
couple of miles. There was a part of this road turning round the crest
of a hill, from which we could see the flashes from the forts round
Paris, and hear the booming of the cannon distinctly. Several times I
saw the little thin streak of sparks rising into the sky, which the fuse
of the bombshells threw out on their journey, while sudden flashes in
the air, followed by a loud report, signified that a shell had
prematurely burst.

It was a splendid sight, and resolving to get the best view possible, I
climbed into an apple tree by the way side, where, kneeling on a huge
bunch of mistletoe, I could see every few minutes a shot directed from
the forts and one in reply, each leaving its comet-like train of fire
behind it. Though the besiegers and the besieged were many miles
distant, I could hardly realise that they were not close at hand. So
little, at the time, did I comprehend the magnitude of the siege guns,
and the remoteness at which they could be heard. Much as I should have
liked to linger on the scene, I could not tarry; I had to come down from
my apple tree, and trot along until I had rejoined my waggon. Such was
my second glimpse, and that at night, of the siege of Paris. My first,
if the reader has not forgotten it, showed me the assault which ended in
the burning of St. Cloud.




CHAPTER XXVII.

TRAVELLING IN FROST.--AMMUNITION TRAIN IN DIFFICULTIES.--FERRIÈRES.--THE
CAMP OF CHÂLONS.--HOW GERMAN OFFICERS TREAT JEWS.


The snow-storm had given over, but it was freezing hard, and the road
was now almost impassable. Our horses were constantly falling, and we
were getting on very slowly indeed. At last we came to the hamlet of
Chivry,--it does not deserve the name of a village. We could see no inn;
it was stark midnight; and, except a lonely candle in one small cottage,
there was not a light in the place. At the cottage, therefore, we
knocked. A regular parley ensued; and after much explanation and fair
promises, the door was opened by an old woman, who admitted us into a
warm room, as clean and neat as any room could be, though everything
testified that the owners were in humble circumstances. The only other
inmate of the house, an old man, was in bed. All we asked was a cup of
coffee, and a mattress to lie upon, both of which our hostess readily
provided. As to eatables, we had brought a loaf of bread with us, which
we finished without delay, then took a pull at our flasks, and so made
a meal which for my part I relished as much as any I had ever eaten.

Next, divesting ourselves of our outer clothing, we threw ourselves on
our mattresses, and slept a deep and refreshing sleep until seven next
morning, when we made the acquaintance of a well in the yard, at which
we performed our ablutions, after the manner of professional tramps.
This done, we notified to the old lady that we were still hungry, and
asked her to get us some bread and meat. She replied civilly that she
had neither the one nor the other;--an unpleasant piece of news, for we
were famished. I enlarged to her on our inward sufferings, and at the
same time slipped four francs into her hand, bidding her get as good a
meal as she could, and as soon as possible.

This douceur had its effect. Madame, or "la bourgeoise," as
country-folks say, disappeared, only to return with a loaf of fresh
bread, though a few minutes before I had been assured by a peasant that
none was to be had for love or money. The truth was, that we were taken
for Prussians, and treated accordingly. After a while, the dame
announced that breakfast was ready, mentioning that she had a pot of
stewed rabbit for us, which we set about demolishing with the loaf of
new bread. As we sat devouring, neither of us spoke; but morsel after
morsel of the rabbit disappeared, and we eyed one another
significantly, for the same horrid suspicion was passing through our
minds, that this white, insipid stuff was not rabbit at all, though what
it might be we could not guess. Our natural history declared it to be
cat, but we could not tell, nor did we much care. However, I inquired
afterwards whether rabbits existed in the neighbourhood, and was assured
that never a one dwelt within ten miles of it.

Just as we were wishing ourselves at Lagny, who should pass through with
his waggon, but the driver of the convoy with whom we had started from
Corbeil? An accident to his waggon had delayed him on the road, which
was a great piece of luck for us; and we thanked our hostess at once for
her equivocal, but nourishing breakfast, put our traps in the buggy, and
drove off. It was the 10th of January. We found it still very difficult
to travel, but lest our driver should pull up as he did before, we plied
him with brandy and liqueur out of a stone jar, that I had bought at
Orleans. In consequence, he was in the best of humour all through the
journey, and not in the least disconcerted when the horses fell or
stumbled about.

Some miles of our route lay through the Forest of Champigny; but here
the road was impassable, for it had thawed during the small hours and
frozen again, making the causeway one solid sheet of ice. Wherever we
could we travelled along the edges; but it was dreadfully slow work, and
the horses themselves, poor beasts, were afraid. While we were loitering
at this funeral pace, I witnessed a sight that I never shall forget. We
fell in with an ammunition train, about half a mile in length, conveying
war material of all kinds to the positions before Paris. Our own waggon
we had to draw in among the trees for safety, as the horses were falling
every minute; and now when we looked along the line, we could see as
many as ten horses on the ground at once. Sometimes two of the animals
would slip down side by side, and fall again and again whenever they
attempted to pull on their traces. Nay, more, I saw a team of four
horses all come down simultaneously, not once, but twice. No
description, indeed, could exaggerate the confusion of the
scene,--drivers shouting, waggons slipping, and horses falling in all
directions; while the more their guides interfered the more they fell,
until the poor brutes became so terrified, that they trembled all over
from fright.

The ground was amazingly hard. In one place I saw a heavy ammunition
waggon drawn by four horses, when coming down a slight incline, slip
five or six yards along the road, and then glide off into the ditch,
without a single wheel having turned on its axle. As it was now evident
that they could not proceed through the Forest without inflicting grave
and perhaps fatal injuries on their cattle, the men began to pick out
the middle of the road where the horses trod, and strewed along it coal
dust, which they carried with them on purpose. This made the road
sufficiently passable to allow of the train to advance. But, meanwhile,
it was about two hours before we of the convoy could move, though when
we did we rattled on at a spanking pace. From time to time we met
numbers of newly organised cavalry,--with droves of horses led by
halters; and of these steeds I was ready to lay any odds that some were
Irish bred. Men and horses were on their way to the front to replace the
maimed, killed, and wounded, and to contribute themselves to a similar
contingent.

Early in the afternoon we came to Ferrières, where having dined, so to
call it, we paid a visit to the splendid château of M. de Rothschild.
Unheeded and unhindered, we roamed through this lovely demesne,
marvelling at the beauty of house and grounds which, as all the world
knows, would not disgrace the abode of royalty. The mansion of cut
stone, the terraces with their marble statues, the flower-gardens,
shrubberies, stables,--these last, a wonder in themselves,--all were in
perfect preservation. Not a stick or a stone in the whole place had been
touched by the Prussians, nor did a soldier set foot in it. Such was the
good pleasure of William I. who had taken up his quarters here, such
the reverence paid to the kings of finance by the House of Hohenzollern!

We started again on our journey, but had proceeded only half a mile,
when we fell in with a train of siege guns, some of them drawn by six
horses. They were on the road to Paris, and would do service there. I
remarked that some of the smaller guns were of brass, and shone in the
sun like gold.

The country we passed through was charmingly wooded, and looked pretty
enough in its garment of snow. It was night when we arrived at Lagny. On
demanding our billet, we were directed to the sick officers' quarters,
in the upper portion of the station house, where we should find plenty
of room. There we came upon two of our friends who had been quartered at
Orleans. They, also, were on their way out of France, and we engaged to
make a party of it. At four o'clock next morning a couple of soldiers
called us, and at five we started. There were several officers in the
carriage, from whom Sherwell and I received every civility. Passing
Meaux we arrived at Épernay, and later on traversed the great camp at
Châlons, which now presented a vast and beaten plain of enormous extent.
By way of Vitry and Chaumont we came on to Toul and Nancy, of the
fortifications round both of which we got an excellent view, in
particular at Nancy, where we halted for some time, and were able to
look about us.

None of these places, however, was of so much interest to me as the
little town of Lunéville. I knew nothing of the famous treaty concluded
there by the First Consul, and had never heard of the Court of King
Stanislaus, or of Voltaire and Madame la Marquise du Châtelet, in
connection with it; I simply admired the view. Lunéville is situated on
a hill, with some of its fortifications overlooking a steep precipice
which serves as a natural protection for perhaps a third of its extent.
From the railway which runs along the flat country, below the town, it
appeared to be an impregnable stronghold; for where nature's protecting
barriers were wanting, there were huge embankments, deep fosses, and
steep artificial declivities. A picturesque place too. The face of the
cliff and the old turreted walls were covered with ivy, a broad stream
ran beneath the hill, which on the lowest slope was well wooded all
round,--and now imagine all this clad in new-fallen snow, and you will
have as lovely a scene as I remember.

Close to the town we passed a bridge which had been blown up, but was
now reconstructed on timber piles. It had been destroyed, not by the
regular army, but by a band of Francs-Tireurs. This I learned from one
of the officers who knew all about the place.

I had seen Ferrières, the palace of a Frankfort Jew, with admiration,
all the more that it had been respected as a sanctuary by orders from
the Prussians. Yet it was during this same journey that I witnessed an
incident in which a Jew was the hero or the victim, that filled me with
astonishment, as it may do my readers who happen not to be acquainted
with the ways of the Fatherland. I had frequently heard the Jews spoken
of by my German friends in language of supreme contempt; but never did I
realise the depth of that feeling until now.

In the railway compartment in which I travelled, all were German
officers except myself and one civilian. The latter had got in at a
wayside station, and sat at the furthest corner opposite me. My
companions began without delay to banter and tease him unmercifully, all
the while addressing him as Lemann. He was a small stunted person, in
make and features an Israelite, and not more than twenty-five. The
behaviour of his fellow-travellers seemed to give him no concern; as
they fired off at him their sneering jests, he scanned them with his
sharp eyes, but did not move a muscle.

I inquired of the officer next me, who spoke English well, how it came
to pass that they knew this stranger's name. He explained that Lemann
was the common term for a Jew in their language, going on to describe
how much the sons of Jacob were detested throughout Germany; and for
his part he thought they were a vile horde, who laid hands on everything
they could seize, in a way which we English were incapable of fancying.
The officers, he added, were all getting down to have some beer at the
next station, and by way of illustration he would show me what manner of
men these Jews were; and as he said the words, he took off his hairy
fur-lined gloves, and threw them across the carriage to our man in the
corner, remarking, "There, Lemann! it is a cold day". The Jew picked up
the gloves eagerly, which he had missed on the catch, and pulled them
on. When we were nearing the station, the officer who had thrown the
gloves at him, took off his fur rug, and flung that also to the Jew.
Once more he accepted the insulting present, and quickly rolled the rug
about him. Finally, a third threw off his military cloak, and slung it
on the Jew's back as he was passing out. This, again, the wretched
creature put on; and their absence at the buffet left him for the next
ten minutes in peace.

Presently the horn sounded, and our Germans came back. One seized his
rug, another his cloak, and finally, my first acquaintance recovered his
gloves by one unceremonious tug from Lemann's meekly outstretched
fingers. My own face, I think, must have flushed with indignation; but
the others only laughed at my superfluous display of feeling; and
Lemann, shrugging his shoulders,--but only because of the sudden change
of temperature when his wraps were pulled away,--took out of his pocket
a little book with red print, which he began to read backwards, and,
turning up the sleeve of his coat, began to unwind a long cord which was
coiled round his wrist and forearm as far as the elbow. Every now and
then he would stop the unwinding, and pray with a fervour quite
remarkable, then unwind his cord again, and so on till the whole was
undone. For a time the officers resumed their jeering; but, seeing that
it was like so much water on a stone, they turned the conversation, and
allowed the unhappy Jew to continue his devotions unmolested till he got
out at Strasburg.

What would these officers have done, had they travelled in the same
railway carriage with M. de Rothschild?




CHAPTER XXVIII.

STRASBURG AFTER THE SIEGE.--ALONG THE RHINE.--HOME, AND BACK AGAIN TO
VERSAILLES.--CAPTAIN BRACKENBURY.--I LOSE MY PAPERS AND HAVE TO GET
FRESH ONES.


At half-past nine we arrived at Strasburg, and were all billeted
together in the most central part of the town, at a grand hotel, where
we had the best of living and accommodation. There were about thirty
officers quartered there, with whom we messed. I strolled out in the
evening through some of the busiest streets. They were brilliantly
lighted up; the shops were open, and as much bustle and business seemed
to be going on, as if we were in the heart of a peaceable country, and
no siege of Strasburg had just taken place.

However, before long I learned that a large section of the inhabitants
looked upon the Germans with anything but friendly feelings.

Next morning, 12th January, we went out, six in number, to see the town.
We visited the fine old Cathedral, and hung about it for an hour,
examining every detail so far as time permitted. One of the chief
attractions was its famous clock, which I was quite ready to admire;
but the complicated details, and curious performances of this wonderful
timepiece are too well known to need description. When Sherwell and I
parted from our companions, we went to visit the ruins of the great
Library and the Theatre, both of which were burned to the ground during
the siege.

Our dinner in the evening was splendidly served, in the French style,
and with abundance of wines.

Next morning Sherwell, myself, and two of our old travelling companions
chartered a spacious waggonette, in which we set out, determined to see
all that we could in and around Strasburg. We first drove through that
part of the town which was destroyed by the besiegers,--a dreary but
most interesting excursion. So far as I could judge, about one fifth of
the suburbs had been ruined. When I say ruined, I don't mean simply made
roofless and windowless,--that might have happened in a huge
conflagration; but that whole streets were reduced to long heaps of
stones, with a few yards' interval between, which marked where the
roadway had formerly passed. Nothing could have given a more vivid idea
of the effects of a bombardment now-a-days. Even where the demolition
was not so complete, and where portions only of the house had been
carried away, the sight was appalling. Some of the furniture still
remained in its place on the half-shattered floors, being too high to
reach easily, or not worth the trouble and danger of removing it.

Here was a second edition of Bazeilles, on a far more extensive scale. I
believe one of the best accounts of what took place during the siege is
to be read in Auerbach's novel on the subject, called _Waldfried_.

Having wandered for a couple of hours through the ruins, we drove
outside the town. Then we alighted, and one of our party, a captain of
artillery who had been through the siege, acted as our guide, and made
all the particulars clear to us. Walking along the fortifications, we
arrived at the immense breach in the parapet which sealed the fate of
Strasburg. It was of great extent, and already hundreds of men were at
work repairing it;--but in the interests of Germany, not of France, from
whose dominion the city had passed, for who knows how many years?
Further on we saw a second breach, not so wide as the other. We now
proceeded a considerable distance along the parallels and rifle pits,
and visited the captured French lunettes, which seemed to be matters of
intense interest to my military friends. A curious fact I learned about
this siege was, that of the garrison in the town a comparatively smaller
number were killed than of civilians, who met their death in the streets
by the bursting of shells. This I was told by several who had been
present, and who were likely to be well-informed.

When we had explored the various evidences of the mining operations
during this memorable blockade, it was almost evening. We returned to
our hotel, overcome with admiration at the skill of those who had not
only devised, but successfully carried through, these intricate plans
for approaching, storming, and capturing a stronghold with such mighty
defences. Assuredly, the campaigns of 1870, in the open, and about the
historic fortresses of France, afford examples of science, courage, and
endurance which it will not be easy to match, and may be impossible to
surpass, in the future.

On the 14th, I was up early, went out to make some purchases, came home,
packed up, and set off from the station. We crossed the Rhine on the
beautiful bridge to Kehl, took our seats in a fresh train, and started
northwards. We went by Karlsruhe and Heidelberg, at the latter of which
places we halted twenty minutes; and soon after leaving it we found
ourselves in a hop-growing district, where there was nothing to be seen
but hop-stacks; we passed, also, through extensive vineyards: but, as
yet, had only an occasional glimpse of the Rhine in the distance.

During part of our journey, we skirted round steep mountain barriers,
which, at times, towered above us with their impenetrable masses of
fir-trees, at others, being thickly sprinkled with snow and tipped with
hoar-frost, shone resplendent in the sunlight, as if silver dust had
been shaken all over them, while here and there peeped out the
snow-capped towers of some old castle or baronial hall. I do not pretend
that these hills would have looked anything wonderful, had they not been
covered with snow, and had not the pellicles of ice, formed on the fir
trees by a thick fog the night before, first run into tears, and then
been frozen hard, covering the trees with brilliants which sparkled in
the sun. These decorations, indeed, gave them an air of fairyland.

On arriving at Darmstadt I took leave of Sherwell and my
fellow-travellers, who were going on to Hamburg, and took the train to
Mayence. It was very late when I got there, and I stayed the night at
the Railway Hotel; for, having a sick officer's pass, I could break my
journey where I pleased, which was a great convenience, besides being a
cheap mode of travelling. I had practically nothing to pay; my
sufficient warrant was the pass, stamped with the royal seal, which I
exhibited to inquiring officials.

Mayence is not interesting. I went on next morning as early as I could,
had to wait at Coblentz and Bonn to allow some special military trains
to pass, and did not get into Cologne till the afternoon. The Rhine
scenery, which one gets at times from the train, is very fine; but
somehow this was the grand disappointment of my journey. It did not come
up to my expectations; and I felt far more delight on viewing the
unrivalled beauties of our own Killarney, and of the river Blackwater.
But I had not yet gone up the Rhine in a steamboat, which is quite
another expedition than the one I was taking just then.

From Cologne, which I explored in a few hours, I travelled by Aix la
Chapelle to Liège. At the Hôtel de l'Europe my quarters seemed
comfortable; but I had no longer a free billet, and might consider
myself to be now in the enemy's country.

It was the 16th, and I went off to call on my friend Vercourt, with whom
I spent the forenoon. Then by Ostend, London, and Holyhead, I prosecuted
my journey, and arrived in Dublin on the morning of the 19th, and at
home at Scarteen on the 22nd.

My furlough was made out for a month: but eight days after my arrival, a
telegram came from Dr. Pratt, saying:--

"I return to-morrow; go to Versailles as soon as possible, find out
Ambulance, and join it".

I had no alternative but to pack up and start next day, which I did by
the morning train on Jan. 31st. On reaching London, I called at the
English Society's rooms in Trafalgar Square, and reported myself to
Colonel Lloyd Lindsay. Mr. Pearce, the secretary, made me known to
Captain Burgess; and I met there my _confrère_, Dr. Frank, who greeted
me cordially, and sent many affectionate messages to his former
colleagues. It will be remembered that Dr. Frank was chief of that
section of our Ambulance which had a hospital at Balan and Bazeilles,
and which afterwards established itself at Épernay, where it worked for
some months before disbanding.

Having got all requisite papers and certificates of identification, I
started from London Bridge for Newhaven. As I was taking my ticket I met
Captain Brackenbury, who told me that he also was going to Versailles to
rejoin the headquarters of the Crown Prince, that he had a private
carriage at Dieppe, was going to drive all the way, and would willingly
give me a seat. This kind offer I gladly accepted, and was delighted to
have so entertaining and accomplished a host on my journey. At Newhaven,
as we were crossing by night, we turned at once into our berths, and
slept until called by the steward in sight of Dieppe.

Going up on deck I found it was a lovely morning, warm and genial, and
very unlike the weather we had been enduring of late. As we approached
Dieppe in the morning sun, we could see the glistening bayonets of the
ubiquitous Prussian sentries. They were pacing to and fro on the pier,
in what appeared to us an aggressive, not to say, menacing fashion. I
confess the sight startled me: we had the vision of England still in
our eyes, and these ambitious warriors seemed too dangerously near. I
felt that I should have liked to take them by the collar, and pitch them
into the sea. I could not help saying to Capt. Brackenbury that I felt
inclined to ask them what they were peering at across the Channel.

But, as he dryly remarked, their answer might be that they were peering
at a little island fortress on the high seas:--a mere speck in creation
when compared to the great German Empire which had just been proclaimed
at Versailles. He was in the right of it; and we had already held
conversations on this subject at Orleans, which I should like to set
down, were not my space fast running out.

The carriage in which we travelled from Dieppe was a large and
comfortable sort of landau, from which we could view the country at our
ease.

The weather was now mild and bright, the snow had disappeared, and our
journey became a pleasure. But when travelling between Mantes and St.
Germain, as I was getting out of the carriage to walk up a steep hill, I
had the misfortune to lose out of my overcoat pocket all my passes,
letters of identification and the other documents I carried with me. At
the gates of the Forest of St. Germain, a Prussian non-commissioned
officer stepped out, and demanded our papers. I was minus every
document which would have accounted satisfactorily for my being there;
and I should certainly have been arrested and sent off to the Commandant
of Versailles under an escort, had not Capt. Brackenbury assured the
officer on duty that he had seen the papers in question. I had, as it
happened, shown them to him that very morning. This satisfied the guard,
and I was allowed to pass; but I need hardly say that I was supremely
uncomfortable at the case I was in, and thought my journeys along the
valley of the Seine were always doomed to misfortune. Last time the
Francs-Tireurs had arrested me; now it was the turn of the Prussians.

When we reached St. Germain, we dined, in spite of my lost papers, and
visited the Palace and the Bois, from the terrace of which there is such
a glorious view, away to Mont Valérien and one or two other of the
forts. As we were looking about us, there was quite a stir, bordering on
excitement among the soldiers. King William, now the Emperor of Germany,
and the Crown Prince, were expected every moment from Versailles, and
the road was lined with infantry and cavalry to receive them. But we
waited an hour, and his Imperial Majesty did not arrive, so we resumed
our journey to Versailles.

There I left Capt. Brackenbury at a private house, where he and Dr.
Russell, the _Times_ correspondent, put up; and thanking him for his
great kindness I bade him good-bye. This was the last time I saw him. It
would be difficult to do justice to the character of this noble soldier;
a more generous heart or more gracious disposition, I never had the
privilege of knowing.

My business now was to search for lodgings, I could no longer
requisition one at the Mayor's, since I had lost all my papers. Having
secured a niche, I resolved to call at the Hôtel des Réservoirs, where I
knew I should find Prince Pless, or some one who would recognise me, and
get me these important testimonials. By way of introduction I looked in
at the office of the Military Ambulance stores, and inquired whether all
those belonging to the Anglo-American Corps had been taken to Orleans or
not. This was a happy thought; for they informed me that all the
particulars I required would be given by Major de Haveland in the Rue
des Réservoirs,--the Maltese knight to whom I have referred as visiting
us at Ste. Euverte. This was what I wanted. I called at once on the
Major, and he undertook to see the commandant of the place, and explain
the whole matter. Thus, thanks to his kind attention, I was given the
necessary papers next day, and that evening I chartered a car to
Étampes, from which place I could get to Orleans by train.




CHAPTER XXIX.

IN ORLEANS ONCE MORE.--PEACE IS SIGNED.--AN EASY TIME.--SENDING AWAY THE
CONVALESCENTS.--THE AMBULANCE BROKEN UP.


I had to bribe the driver whom I thus engaged with an extra napoleon, so
afraid was he that his trap and horse would be seized; but when I showed
him my German papers he knew that he was safe. Accordingly, I started
before daylight, and after a pleasant journey arrived at Étampes in the
evening, soon enough to escape an awful downpour of rain, and to catch
the night train to Orleans.

The train was crowded with peasants, some of whom had no tickets, and it
was amusing to watch the stratagems which they adopted in order to hide
themselves from the German guard. This fellow was much too good-humoured
and indifferent to pretend to see them, though all the while knowing
their whereabouts, as I could tell by the twinkle in his eye when their
crouching forms betrayed them. It was nothing to him, and he left them
under the delusion that they had got to the blind side of their
Prussian,--a parable which might serve to describe the whole French
tactics during the war!

When I arrived at Orleans it was nearly midnight, and as there were no
vehicles at the terminus, I had to tramp across the town to the Quai du
Châtelet, where the door was opened to me by our faithful Turco Jean.
This barbarian, becoming excited at seeing an old friend, shrieked with
delight, and gave utterance to much unintelligible jargon, accompanied
by low bows, reverences, or salaams, all which, I believe, is the
orthodox method of greeting adopted by Mohammedans.

As I entered our general sitting-room, I heard a ringing cheer from my
_confrères_, who, in this most cordial manner, welcomed me back. I
confess that I felt pleased and proud at this spontaneous outburst of
kindly feeling.

Nigger Charlie, who had been grinning from ear to ear for the past ten
minutes, now disappeared, and after the lapse of a quarter of an hour,
came back, bearing in his hands the historic bowl of punch. That was his
salaam,--not unkindly meant either.

Next morning I went to see my patients in the Convent of Notre Dame des
Récouvrances. Mère Pauline, Soeur Léopoldine, and the other sisters
welcomed me into the wards, and Henry Schroeder cried so heartily that I
had to put it down to the weakness from which he was suffering. Young
Rüdiger cheered, Kirkhof clapped his hands, and all my patients looked
pleased,--which things I mention as giving me a real gratification in
themselves, and showing what rewards a doctor who tries to do his duty
may expect.

I went on to see other patients, among whom were two in the Rue de
Bourdon Blanc. One of these had had his knee joint resected, an
operation in which both ends of the bones of the leg and thigh, which
enter into the formation of the knee joint, were removed, the limb
remaining otherwise intact. It was at this period rather a rare
operation, and was performed by Dr. Nussbaum of Munich, who then handed
the invalid into my care. The limb was swung in an anterior
suspension-splint, which was Dr. May's improvement on the American
splint by Smyth. This was a case in which Dr. Nussbaum felt deeply
interested, and he inquired of me repeatedly as to its progress.

After one or two days I fell again into the routine, and was running
along smoothly in the old groove, which I had left for so short but
eventful a period. Several weeks now passed away without anything worthy
to chronicle, if I may judge from the blank in my notes. The work had
become easier, and my patients, though scattered about the town, had
become fewer and less troublesome to manage as they approached
convalescence.

We had now much time to ourselves. The armistice continued, and no fresh
supplies of wounded came in. Yet, we did not feel sure that hostilities
would not recommence, until on the afternoon of the 26th of February,
news reached us that peace was signed. Yes, peace was signed! The joyful
tidings spread quickly through the town, and exclamations and prayers of
joy and gratitude were on every tongue; nor was it easy to discern
whether the townsfolk or the garrison were filled with greater gladness
at the news. Indeed, the change that came over the face of the town in
an hour was marvellous. Civilians rushed about the streets shaking hands
in the most frantic style with those German soldiers who had hitherto
been their deadly enemies, while the soldiers cordially returned these
friendly advances on the part of their vanquished foes. As the evening
drew near, the cheering and confusion increased, and the streets became
crowded with a mixed assembly of soldiers and inhabitants. Nor did the
authorities appear to object; nay, all the military bands in the town
turned out, and marched up and down the principal streets, playing
popular French airs, and even the "Marseillaise".

It was amusing as well as touching to see these mighty processions, the
bands in front, and long lines of French and Prussians linked arm in
arm, marching some fourteen abreast, and keeping time with the music.
Thus in one hour did the memory of yesterday seem quite obliterated.
While I was following one of the bands, and listening to the stirring
airs which they were playing, I descried a white figure among the crowd,
and what was my astonishment to find that this was Nigger Charlie! Still
in his white kitchen-suit, with white sleeves and a paper cap, he was
carrying on all kinds of antics, and grinning for the amusement of the
juveniles who crowded after the procession.

Our duties now became so light that I was able to do all my work in a
couple of hours, and generally had the rest of the day to myself. This
time I employed in making excursions on horseback and on foot, to all
the places of interest in the adjoining country. I could always get a
mount from the ambulance equerry when I wished for one. As March came
on, the weather grew fine, and I rode out to Gien, Chevilly, Patay, and
Coulmiers; but Olivet and its neighbourhood, and the picturesque Source
du Loiret, were especially my attraction. Dr. Warren, who, like me,
preferred walking to riding, often accompanied me on these excursions.

But time rolled on, and we found ourselves in March, with March weather
accompanying it. I now met Miss Pearson and Miss McLoughlin, who gave me
a stirring account of themselves and their doings during the battles
outside Orleans; for the convent, full of wounded, of which they were
in charge, was situated in the suburbs. The adventures undergone and the
work accomplished by these energetic English ladies have been admirably
described in the volume which relates their experiences during the
Campaigns of 1870 and 1871. Too much praise cannot be given for the
untiring zeal and heroic self-sacrifice which they always displayed in
the discharge of their mission, under circumstances which were
constantly most trying.

On the 3rd, Dr. Pratt, who had some time back returned from headquarters
at Versailles, announced to us that our mission was over, and he must
now disband us. We agreed, however, not to separate until we got to
Paris, for which place we were to start in a few days. There we should
meet Dr. Duplessy, and the heads of the French Ambulance, into whose
hands we could deliver the horses, waggons, and _infirmiers_ that we had
originally received from them in the Palais de l'Industrie. We wished,
also, in the presence of the above-named gentleman, to give an account
of our stewardship, so far as the care of the French wounded in our
charge was concerned. Accordingly, every preparation was made to start.
I sent away the wounded that were on my hands, including poor Henry
Schroeder, who said, that since I must leave, he would leave too. I had
the poor fellow conveyed through town to his railway carriage in a
sedan chair. When we parted he shed bitter tears.

I had grave misgivings for the ultimate success of his case, for his arm
was suppurating profusely; and he had that delusive hectic freshness of
appearance, which I had now learnt was so untoward a symptom. Afterwards
I had the pain of hearing from his brother that my forebodings were
verified, and that Henry died soon after his return home.

On the 4th of March, we had finished nearly all our preparations; and
our kind host Proust seemed inconsolable at losing Warren and myself,
towards both of whom he had evinced a parental affection. But my time to
leave Orleans was not yet come.




CHAPTER XXX.

I FALL ILL OF FEVER.--GERMANS LEAVE ORLEANS.--MY BROTHER ARRIVES FROM
HOME.--END OF MY EXPERIENCES AS A FIELD SURGEON.


One bright evening, as I was out walking on the bank of the Loire, I had
felt a dead dull pain at the back of my head and in my back. On my
return the pain became so intense that I was obliged to go straight to
bed. All night and next day I felt very unwell, and Dr. Bouglet was sent
for. He pronounced me to be in fever, of what kind he could not exactly
tell; but as small-pox was prevalent in Orleans, he feared it might be
that. Subsequently he came to the conclusion that it was low fever of a
typhoid sort.

On the 6th, I felt very ill indeed, and beyond a dim recollection of
saying good-bye to my _confrères_, and the consciousness that my old
friends Warren and Hayden were continually at my bedside, I can recall
but little of what passed around me for the next fortnight.

In a few days all the members of the Anglo-American Ambulance, who had
been my friends and companions throughout this adventurous campaign,
were off to Paris. So there was I in No. 12 Rue Royale, away from home,
and prostrated by a dangerous illness. To those who read this, it may
appear that I was alone and friendless. But it was not so. For no
father's care could have been more tender, no mother's solicitude more
lavish, than that bestowed upon me by M. and Madame Proust, on the one
hand, and, on the other, by my guardian angel and nurse, Soeur Berthe,
from Notre Dame des Récouvrances.

During five long weeks, this indefatigable woman never left my bedside
day or night, save for an interval of an hour or so. She had been
working under me in the Hospitals, attending the wounded for many
months; and to her valuable and skilful aid I owe any success which may
have attended my efforts on behalf of the patients in those wards. Now
this good sister saw me, a stranger, but a fellow-labourer in the same
cause, struck down at the end of the campaign; and she bestowed upon me,
as she was wont to bestow upon them, with that grace of manner and
beaming kindness which characterised all she undertook, the same devoted
attentions. It was a privilege to be ill in her hands. I learned much
from her; and I should be ungrateful indeed, were I to forget the
lessons which her refinement, self-sacrifice, and unwearied good temper
printed on my mind and heart during those weeks.

Dr. Bouglet came and went, sometimes making a second visit the same day.
Evidently he thought my case a serious one. At the end of about ten days
from the beginning of my illness, I became so stupid and lethargic that
I remembered nothing for the next fortnight, save that during one of my
lucid intervals I saw Hayden, Parker, and Warren at my bedside, the
first two having come from Paris for the express purpose of seeing me.
Warren stayed until I was getting better, and wrote home for me. He
finished his letter, but almost failed in getting the address from me,
so weak was my mind at the time. Hayden, on being questioned by one of
the townspeople as to the chances of my recovery, answered, that it was
all up with me. Soeur Berthe, likewise, wrote to Scarteen in my name;
but I could do nothing of the kind myself.

About the fourth week I had completely regained consciousness, and was
daily getting stronger; but that was not saying much, for I could
neither turn in bed, nor lift an arm. I was simply skin and bone, and
used to wonder how my knuckles did not come through the skin. When I
looked at my limbs, I began to cry like a child, and this loss of
control over my feelings was particularly distressing to me. They never
let me see myself in the mirror until I was far advanced on the road to
recovery; and then I beheld what looked more like a corpse than my
living self, and was much taken aback. When allowed to speak, many hours
were spent in pleasant conversation with Madame and M. Proust, and with
Soeur Berthe, who was always an interesting and lively companion. She
used to pray with me, read to me, both serious and amusing books, and
instruct me in the secrets of the science of which she was mistress. She
would bring me flowers and fruit according to my fancy. And so the weeks
passed by, and, with the assistance of such good friends, they were
pleasant enough.

Before my brain got quite clear, I used to imagine that I saw numbers of
my friends at home, and was talking with them. Nor were the persons
phantoms. For I spoke to those who happened to be paying me a visit to
see how I was going on. Upon discovering my mistake, I felt it bitterly,
but was soon put into good humour again by Soeur Berthe. I have not yet
said much of my hostess Madame Proust; not because she was wanting in
any way,--far from it, indeed. That kind lady put her house and all
therein at my disposal, and was a most agreeable and sympathetic friend.
Occasionally, after returning from her walk in the town, she would tell
me of the people who were inquiring for me, which was an equal pleasure
and help to a convalescent.

Just about this stage of my illness the Germans evacuated Orleans. I
can remember well hearing the last of their bands playing in one
direction; while the French were advancing in the other. This was
succeeded after a while by frantic cheering, by the din of music, and
the tramp of soldiery,--a tramp which I knew to be very different from
the measured tread that I had heard an hour previously. And so had come
and gone the second German occupation of Orleans,--an epoch in the life
of those who took any share in it which is indelibly stamped on their
memories.

As time wore on I was removed to the arm-chair by the open window, where
I used to remain for several hours every day, when the weather
permitted, propped up with pillows and covered against the cold. Many of
the passers-by seemed to think me worth looking at, for quite a number
stopped in very French fashion to stare up at me. This was only
curiosity, and by no means rudeness. At last I was able to go out, or
rather to hobble out; and for the first few days had enough to do to
keep on my legs while shaking hands with the many kind and friendly
townspeople who came forward to greet me. I would go into one shop and
rest there for a few minutes, and then move a few doors further on. Thus
I spent some hours every day. Many of our old Ambulance friends and
acquaintances came also to pay me a visit. There was no end, I may truly
say, to the kindness I met with on all sides.

One day I went to the Church of St. Aignan, which is at the end of the
Quai du Châtelet, to hear a grand High Mass, offered up for the
regeneration of France, which was attended by the _élite_ of Orleans. I
settled myself in a chair at the end of the church, and presently the
ceremonies began by a procession. As it passed me a priest stepped out
of the ranks, and, taking me by the arm, led me up the church, and, to
my great confusion, showed me into one of the stalls in the Sanctuary. I
never saw the priest before or since.

When I look back on those days of trial and sickness, and how I lay on
that bed unable to stir hand or foot, I remember what a longing came
over me for the sight of one familiar face, though but for a few
minutes. One was still in one's youth; and I fancied, whilst my head was
buried in the pillow, that if I could but speak just a few words to my
mother, or to some one at home, it would be enough to cure me. Until
then, I never knew how much I loved my native land, or realised my
heart's deep devotion to that little spot called home, and to all those
dear friends about it.

Little by little I came round. I used to drive out with M. Proust to his
lovely little country house near Olivet, and visited the camellia houses
and orange groves, all of which were under glass, at the great château
there. But during my convalescence, the event of the day was the
morning post, which brought my letters and newspapers, every line of
which I read and re-read with the greatest avidity, until I knew them by
heart. One letter in particular, from a great friend of mine, was so
amusing, and had such a reviving effect on me, that I read it certainly
a score of times, and I laughed as much the last time as the first.

I was strictly prohibited by the doctor from writing; but in spite of
his orders I coaxed Soeur Berthe to let me have pen and ink. Her
consternation was great when she saw me fainting from the exertion. One
letter I wrote to my mother while my hand was held on the paper, placed
on a desk before me; so that I had only, as it were, to form the
characters. I used to write a sentence or two every day, and so put them
together bit by bit. I compiled several commonplace and uninteresting
productions, and sent them home in great glee at the success of my
performance. I could not guess how startled they would be at receiving
these curious epistles, some of which afterwards came back into my
hands. They resolved to send my brother Arthur to fetch me home; and he
travelled immediately to Orleans, where he received a hearty welcome
from M. and Madame Proust and my other friends.

I insert as an Appendix, from the journal which my brother kept, the
impressions made on us both by a visit we paid to the field of
Coulmiers.

It was my last view of the scenes in which I had taken part.

My brother arrived on 8th April, and on the 21st we bade farewell to our
home in the Rue Royale, and the friends who had made it such, and set
out on our journey to Ireland.




CHAPTER XXXI.

AN APPENDIX.--M. AND MADAME COLOMBIER.--VISIT TO THE BATTLEFIELD OF
COULMIERS.--THE SOLE FRENCH VICTORY.--CONCLUSION.

(_From Arthur Ryan's Diary, Wednesday, 19th April._)


Our déjeûner had not long been over when a carriage drove up, and
Charlie bade me prepare for a drive with some friends into the country.
We wished M. and Madame Proust good-bye for the day, and stepped into
the carriage, where our new host and hostess were awaiting us. M. and
Madame Colombier welcomed me cordially as the brother of their friend,
and I was not long in their company before I knew how truly they had
been such to him. M. Colombier had been a Papal Zouave, but, on the
outbreak of the Franco-Prussian war, had joined the ranks of his
countrymen. A middle-aged man with a frank warm manner, and evidently
very proud of his wife,--as well he might be. I have seen but little of
men or women; but I fancy that many years of experience may fail to
remove Madame Colombier from the place she gained that day in my
estimation. She was a heroine, and, what is still rarer, a humble
heroine. Being a Canadian she spoke English very fairly; and as we drove
along she told us many stories of her war experiences, and with so much
gaiety that I felt it hard to believe those experiences had been so
often bitter ones to her and her husband. Privations, loss of property,
personal danger, all were related as if she were inventing and not
recording; all were jested about whenever they affected only herself.
But when she spoke of the sufferings of others, of her husband's danger,
of the poor soldiers whom she had lodged and tended to the last, then
her woman's heart revealed itself, and showed that though gay it was
tender, though buoyant it was thoroughly unselfish; and, through all,
she seemed so perfectly unconscious of any merit on her part, that one
would have thought that her services had been remunerative or a part of
her ordinary duty, instead of absorbing as they did the great part of
what the war had left them.

A shower came on, and to my surprise Madame Colombier unpinned her warm
shawl, and insisted in wrapping Charlie up in it, lest in his weak state
he should take cold. "This is my campaigning dress," said she, as I
expressed my fears as to the insufficiency of her black silk dress in
the teeth of the driving rain; but little she seemed to care, her only
anxiety being to shield the "poor invalid" from the storm.

After what seemed a short drive, we were so pleasant together, we came
to the battlefield of Coulmiers. On each side of the road the ground was
littered with the débris of camp fires, and with the straw that had
served to keep some of the soldiers off the frosty ground, as they slept
after their fight. Deep ruts--ploughed by the wheels of the guns, cut up
the roads and fields; but beyond these marks, and the general bare,
down-trodden look of the ground, nothing remained to speak of the
terrible battle that had so lately covered these fields with the dead
and dying. But as we drove into the Château Renardier, M. Colombier's
country place, the sad remembrances of war were multiplied ten-fold. The
great trees on each side of the drive were riven in all directions, by
the shot and shells; and I remarked several thick firs cut clean in two
by what was evidently a single shot.

But here we are at the Château. It was a large house, in the regular
French style, prettily situated in the midst of a well-planted lawn. It
was not, however, at the architecture of the house, nor at the beauties
of the lawn, that I looked, as I drove up. No: what riveted my gaze was
the number of round holes that perforated the front in every direction.
The shells had done their work well; shattered windows and pierced walls
were sorry sights for M. Colombier to show his guests; and little more
could be seen of the Château Renardier on the front side. As we
entered, and passed from room to room, we began to realise the full
extent of the damage. Deep stains of blood were on the dark oak floors,
which in many places had been splintered by the bursting shells. Madame
Colombier took us to her boudoir. Panelled in gold and white, it must
have been a lovely room--but now it was a wreck. Right through the
mirrors had the splintered shells crashed; in one corner of the rich
ceiling the sky was visible through a large shot hole,--"and here," said
our hostess, "here they used to skin their sheep"; and she pointed to
the chandelier, which had sadly suffered from its unwonted use, and
beneath which the floor was stained, this time not with human gore.
"This is my room," said M. Colombier, as he showed us into the billiard
room. The slate table was cracked in two, and on the tattered green
cloth lay the remains of the oats which had fed the horses; for that
room had served as a stable.

We passed into the garden. It had been the scene of a French bayonet
charge; and little shape remained, or sign of garden beauty, save that
in one trampled bed, we found some plants of the lily of the valley
sprouting to the early spring sunshine. Deep in the gravel walks, and
through the once well-trimmed turf, had the wheels of the guns sunk, as
the Prussians made their hasty retreat before the victorious French;
and it must have been some consolation to the fair owner of this
desolated garden, to think that it was the scene of the solitary French
victory in that disastrous war.

In the front garden every vine was dead, cut from the wall. For the wall
had served as a shelter for the German soldiers, and was pierced all
along for rifle rests, and by every hole was a heap of empty cartridge
cases. The greenhouse and conservatories,--who shall tell their ruin?
Glass is a poor protection against artillery, and the fierce frost had
completed the work. There were the plants all arranged on their stands;
there stood the orange trees--all were dead and brown--not a twig was
alive. I thought of my mother and her flowers, as Madame Colombier
turned with a sigh from her ruined conservatory, and walked back through
the melancholy garden. But she was gay enough, though her husband seemed
to feel deeply the destruction of his lovely home. He had been married
but five years, and had spent much money in making this a happy spot for
his wife and children--and now, the wreck! But even M. Colombier laughed
with us when we came to the piles of empty bottles that lay in the yard;
they were all that was left of two well-filled cellars. The French
soldiers had celebrated their victory at the expense of the master of
the Château Renardier.

In the coach-house were Madame Colombier's two broughams; they had been
used in the battle as temporary fortifications, and were literally
riddled with bullets. We walked to the fish pond--a piece of ornamental
water in the lawn. It had been netted, and not a fish was left. I
stumbled on something under the trees by its brink. It was a Prussian
cavalry saddle, not a comfortable-looking thing, thought I, as I
surveyed the angular hide-covered wood,--but certainly economical when
it is so easily lost. But evening was coming on; so having had lunch in
the Château (the strangest ruin I ever picnicked in), we bade adieu to
Renardier, and drove back to Orleans.

M. Colombier's house there had, like his country château, been used
during the war as a little hospital; and Charlie told me, as he waited
in the drawing-room before dinner, how many wounded and dying inmates
that room lately had.

Dinner was served in an ante-room, for which Madame Colombier made her
apologies, as her dining-room was occupied--by whom we presently saw.
Having dined heartily, and been highly amused by the penalties with
which the children threatened the Prussians,--such as feeding them on
poisonous mushrooms, wood, and such like, I was surprised by Madame
Colombier taking out a cigar case, handing it round, and helping
herself. "Necessity has made me a smoker," she laughingly observed, as
she saw my ill-concealed wonder; and if any lady would condemn my
hostess for her cigar, let her follow Madame Colombier as she slips
quietly out; and see for herself how false is that delicacy which would
place a difficulty in the way of true and heroic Christian charity. We
were not long before we followed our hostess. We found her in her
dining-room, which had been fitted up as a temporary hospital. There she
was tending the wound of her last patient, with a skill which was the
result of long and hard-earned experience. And here we will leave Madame
Colombier, with the firm trust that her unselfish charity and
unostentatious heroism will not go unrewarded before Him, who has
promised to repay a cup of cold water given for His sake.




EPILOGUE.


A quarter of a century has elapsed since the occurrence of the events
which I have described. When I view the scenes of those eventful days
through this long vista, and when sometimes for a moment one particular
picture of hospital or camp life presents itself before my mind, I start
as if awakened from a troubled dream, to find there still the shape and
form of fact.

The years have come and gone, and with them have passed away many of the
principal actors in that great drama.

Wilhelm, Napoléon, Moltke, the Crown Prince, the Red Prince, Gambetta,
d'Aureille de Paladine, Bazaine, MacMahon, have disappeared from the
stage.

Modern surgery and medicine have lost some of their ablest pioneers in
Langenbeck, Nussbaum, Esmark and Marion Sims; and I personally have to
mourn for many who were kindly and helpful to me in those days, amongst
them M. and Madame Proust and General Charles Brackenbury.

I have often wished to revisit Sedan and Orleans; but the desire to make
the most of a somewhat limited holiday-time, and to gain fresh
experiences, has always led me to new districts and countries previously
unknown to me, and I have never had my wish fulfilled. I am glad to say,
however, that I never quite lost sight of my old friends M. and Madame
Proust, and a visit from their nephew revived all the old associations
and remembrances afresh.

It may interest my readers to hear something of our ambulance surgeons.
Sir William MacCormac, who succeeded Marion Sims at Sedan, is now one of
the greatest living authorities on military surgery and gunshot wounds.
His colleague Dr. Mackellar is distinguished on the staff of St.
Thomas's Hospital, and Dr. Parker is an eminent London specialist. The
others, scattered over the face of the globe, I have lost sight of, but
would fain hope one day to meet some of them again.

One object I have had in view in publishing these notes may be worthy of
mention.

As I have tried to write down exactly what I witnessed, they may help to
afford some idea of what war really means,--war as a hard practical
fact--stripped of all the glamour, and poetry, and pride of conquest,
that are so attractive when seen in history.

Even from my own observations I could gather that all is not victory to
the victors themselves.

When the German soldiery learnt that Louis Napoléon was present in the
trap at Sedan, there broke out among them the wildest exhibition of
delight; for they believed--wrongly as it came to pass--that his capture
would end the war and enable them to go back to their homes. And when
peace was finally proclaimed, the Germans in Orleans were no less
demonstrative and enthusiastic than the French, whose cup of suffering
had been filled to overflowing.

Now-a-days there is perhaps a tendency to undervalue this aspect of the
case. People talk very lightly of the great European war that is said to
be inevitable. It can do no harm to measure as far as possible what such
a war may mean.

Those who count the cost in advance are far more likely to be able to
meet it, should the necessity arise, and to bear themselves resolutely
and bravely to the end, whatever the event, than those who rush blindly
forward, depending mainly on enthusiasm for organisation, and on the
reputation of the past to achieve victories in the future. That seems to
be the great lesson taught by the war of 1870 and 1871.

There never was, perhaps, a more flagrant instance of disregard for that
wise Shakesperian saying familiar to us all:--

                              "Beware
    Of entrance to a quarrel: but, being in,
    Bear it that the opposed may beware of thee".

However, my readers will probably be disposed to form their own opinions
on these subjects, and will have far more attractive material elsewhere
on which to found them.

Before concluding, I think I am not out of order in mentioning a notable
occurrence which took place during the year 1895, and which to my mind
affords a favourable augury for the future of France. I mean the
celebration at Orleans, with all the pomp and ceremony due to the
occasion, of the festival of Jeanne d'Arc. From the general enthusiasm
then displayed by the French people, I cannot help thinking that greater
things and brighter hopes are in store for that beautiful country, the
fortunes of which have ever been as dramatic in their circumstances as
they are interesting in themselves.

Finally, I wish here to record, if I may, my own admiration, sympathy
and delight in the bright and genial character of the French, and to
bear witness that as this feeling was at first so it is now; nor do I
think it will ever change.

My task is finished. Though the re-writing of these notes has been a
source of great pleasure to me, bringing back as it does old memories
and picturesque scenes so vividly, yet I lay aside the unaccustomed pen
with--perhaps not unnaturally--some little sense of relief, trusting to
the indulgence of my readers that they will overlook the blemishes
incidental to a first literary performance. And thus I bid them
farewell.


THE END.




[Illustration: PART OF FRANCE
To illustrate the journey of D^r. Ryan from Sedan to Orleans, 1870-1.
London, John Murray, Albemarle St.
Edw^d. Weller]




    INDEX.

    A.

    Ambulance, Anglo-American: staff, 27;
      labours at Sedan, 47-59, 79;
      routine, 71;
      discipline, 73;
      additional staff, 89;
      number of operations, 93;
      use of antiseptics, 96;
      transferred to German side, 108, 143;
      fresh arrangements, 115;
      leaves Sedan, 116;
      at Orleans, 160 to end;
      routine there, 166;
      at battle of Coulmiers, 194-207;
      evacuates terminus, 215;
      given French _infirmiers_, 223;
      visited by M. Crémieux, 231;
      critical position, 232;
      at battle of Neuville, 242, _seq._;
      at Patay, 253;
      at Beaugency, 283;
      disbanded, 343.

    Ambulance, Belgian, 21.

    Ambulance, French, 16;
      want of discipline, 82, 103, 114;
      broken up, 121.

    Ambulance, German: treatment of French wounded, 81;
      at Floing, 107;
      amputation, Dr. Ryan's first, 166.

    Antiseptic treatment, 96.

    Ardennes, Forest, 113.

    Arlon, 115.

    Arpajon, 153.

    Artenay, 154.

    Asfeld, Caserne d', 39-49, 59.


    B.

    Bavarians: cavalry, 140;
      occupy Orleans, 176;
      fighting there, 176;
      their religious behaviour, 185;
      losses, 189;
      evacuate Orleans, 190;
      at Coulmiers, 195;
      retreat, 196;
      leave dead on field, 200;
      at Beaugency, 285;
      despised by Prussians, 284.

    Bayonne, Père, 43, 94.

    Bazeilles, burning of, 53, 56, 85;
      visit to, 87.

    Beaugency, battle, 282, _seq._

    Beaumont, village, 35.

    Beck, 89, 107.

    Berthe, Soeur, 235, 303, 348, 351.

    Bilotte, Intendant Militaire, at Sedan, 72.

    Bismarck, Count, 83, 147, 217.

    "Black and Tans," the, 113.

    Blood poisoning, 91;
      open-air treatment, 108;
      at Orleans, 179, 183, 310.

    Bonjour, M., 252.

    Bouglet, Dr., 345, seq.

    Bouillon, town and castle, 112, 117.

    Bourbaki, General, 226.

    Brackenbury, Captain C., 115, 121, 334-337.

    Brussels, 5, 8, 118, 120.

    Burnside, General, 142.


    C.

    Cahirmee, Horse Fair, 119.

    Carignan, village, 22.

    Caserne d'Asfeld, 39, _seq._, 49, 59.

    Caserne St. Charles, at Orleans, 217-219.

    Cases, remarkable, 179, and _passim_.

    Cathedral, Orleans, desecrated, 280.

    Charlie, Nigger, 61, 94, 142, 233, 307, 339, 342.

    Château Bellevue, 83, 114.

    Château Mouville, 56.

    Château Renardier, 196, 207, 354.

    Châtelet, Marquise de, 324.

    Châtelet, Quai du, 160 to end.

    Cavalry, African, 255.

    Cavalry, Bavarian, 140.

    Chevilly, village, 56;
      battle, 251, _seq._

    Chivry, 318.

    Chizelles, Vicomte de, 32.

    Churches desecrated, 153.

    Colombier, M. and Mme., 353, _seq._

    _Conscrit, Le_, incident resembling, 99.

    Corbeil, 312, 314.

    Coulmiers, battle, 191, 193, 209;
      visit to field, 353 _seq._

    Crémieux, M., 231.


    D.

    D'Allaine, M., 217.

    _Débâcle, La_, accuracy of, 57.

    D'Iges, Isle of, 75, _seq._

    Dilger, Martin, 181, 218, 309, 313.

    Donchery, village, 41.

    Douai, General, killed, 100.

    Douzy, village, burning of, 42.

    Ducrot, General, 48, 251.

    Dupanloup, Bishop, 289.


    E.

    Étampes, 154, 197, 338.

    Eugénie, Empress, 17.

    Euverte, Ste., Church of, 252, 273, _seq._;
      evacuated, 310.


    F.

    Failly de, General, 34.

    Flavigny, Count de, 29.

    Floing, Plain of, 39.

    Francs-Tireurs, 126, 177.

    Francs-Tireurs, American, 226.

    Frank, Dr., 26, 35, 55, 56, 115.

    Frazer, Captain, 232, 287.

    Frederick Charles, Prince, enters Orleans, 274-276.

    French: commissariat breaks down, 34;
      Marines, 46;
      also at Orleans, 228;
      bravery at Patay, 261;
      prisoners, 75;
      wounded, 81;
      miserable clothing, 212;
      want of physique, 214;
      imaginary victories, 248.

    Frénois, village, 40, 83.

    Fritz, Dr., 312.

    Fugitive peasants, 157.


    G.

    Gaillon, 124.

    Gambetta, M., 197, 217.

    Garde Nationale, 23.

    Garenne, Bois de, 53, 64, 67.

    Geneva Convention, 223.

    German: ambition, 276;
      treatment of French prisoners, 281;
      character and manners, 170;
      piety, 185.

    Giant, a Bavarian, 204, 274.

    Glenbane, 132.

    Gravelotte, battle of, 312.

    Gunboats on Loire, 229.


    H.

    Haveland, Major de, 305, 337.

    Hayden, Frank, 37, 60, 74, 77, 83, 112, 345, 347.

    Hewitt, Dr., 43, 68, 115, 118, 125, 145, 154.

    Hohenzollern, Prince of, 141.

    Holt White, Mr., 306.

    Horses, suffering of, 48, 74.

    Hospital: at Sedan, 39, 52-116;
      at Balan, 56;
      at Orleans railway, 162;
      invaded by townsfolk, 202;
      au Grand Marché, 217;
      at Caserne St. Charles, 2, 8;
      at Ste. Euverte, 273-310.

    Hozier, Colonel, 232, 287, 307.


    I.

    _Illustrated London News_, 89.

    Isle d'Iges, 75, _seq._


    J.

    Jean the Turco, 116, 167, 339.

    Jeanne d'Arc, 160, 192.

    Jews, 314.

    Journalism, French, 248.


    L.

    Labouchère, M., 19, 21, 25.

    Lagny, 315, 323.

    Langenbeck, Prof., 286.

    Léopoldine, Soeur, 308, 339.

    Lévy, M. Michel, 14.

    Libramont, 118.

    Lille, 122.

    Lloyd-Lindsay, Col., 27, 143, 333.

    Loire, Army of the, 158, 254, 263.

    Lundon, Mr. W., 132.


    M.

    MacCormac, Dr. (now Sir W.), at Sedan, 47, 68, 70, 90, 97, 111, 115.

    Mackellar, Dr., 89, 145, 209, 224, 282.

    MacMahon, Marshal, 31, 83.

    Madeleine, La, 16, 28.

    Manners, French, 161;
      German, 148, 172.

    Mantes, 135, 138.

    Maps, requisitioned, 231.

    Marfée, Heights, 35, 41, _seq._

    Marly, 140.

    May, Dr., 36, 47, 49, 71, 97, 99, 114, 245, 282, 340.

    McLoughlin, Miss, 89, 260.

    Mejonelle, Mr., 306.

    Melun, Vicomte de, 4, 8, 15, 16, 18, 20.

    Metz, 22;
      surrendered, 176, 188.

    Meuse, river, 37;
      bridge over, 84.

    Mézières, village, burnt, 139.

    Moltke, General, 147.

    Monod, M. Chaplain, 94.

    Mont Valérien, 140.

    Mouzon, village, 38.


    N.

    Napoléon III., 33, 38, 83.

    Neuville, 236;
      fighting at, 243, 251.

    Nicholl, Dr., 47, 115.

    Nihil, T., Fenian exile, 131.

    Nussbaum, Prof., 162, 340.


    O.

    O'Hanlon, Mme., 178.

    Olivet, 350.

    Orleans: march to, 154;
      entering, 158;
      in Quai du Châtelet, 160, _seq._;
      at railway, 162-215;
      Place Martroi, 168;
      state of siege, 172;
      shop windows, 172;
      Bavarians evacuate, 190;
      hospital invaded, 203;
      ambulance returns, 207;
      French enter, 210;
      French Marines arrive, 228;
      Ste. Euverte, 252;
      French retreat upon, 254;
      German assault, 263;
      street fighting, 269;
      surrendered, 270;
      Red Prince enters, 274;
      chronic hunger, 277;
      prisoners in cathedral, 279;
      Christmas Day at, 292;
      fined 600,000 francs, 311;
      evacuated by Germans, 349.

    Ostend, 4, 333.


    P.

    Paladine, General de, 197, _seq._

    Paris, 11-25;
      siege of, 317.

    Parker, Dr., 95, 107, 115, 193, 202, 270, 312, 343, 347.

    Patay, battle, 251-260.

    Pauline, Mère, 307, 339.

    Peace, signed, 341.

    Pearson, Miss, 89, 260, 347.

    Peasants, 134.

    Peyen, Louis, 99, 101.

    Poniatowsky, Princess, 26.

    Pontoon bridge over Meuse, 84;
      over Loire, 277;
      burnt, 266.

    Pratt, Dr., 95, 115, 120, 137, 141, 151, 158, 161, 184, 226, 287,
      311, 343.

    Prince Frederick Charles, 276.

    Prince of Hohenzollern, 141.

    Prince Pless, 141-3, 337.

    Prisoners at Orleans, 279.

    Property, rights of, in war, 137.

    Proust, M. and Mme., 274, 346-350, _seq._

    Prussians, 35, 41, 123, 140, 276, 349.


    R.

    Raucourt, village, 35.

    Reilly, Colonel, 232.

    Renardier, Château de, 196, 207, 354.

    Rouen, 123.

    Rüdiger, 308.

    Russell, Dr., of the Times, 45.

    Ryan, Arthur (now Canon), 352;
      diary, 353, _seq._

    Ryan, Dr. C. E., leaves Dublin, 3;
      at Paris, 10-30;
      joins Anglo-Americans, 27;
      arrives at Sedan, 31;
      first sight of Germans, 35;
      during 1st Sept., 1870, 43-59;
      goes over battlefield, 61, _seq._;
      at Isle d'Iges, 75;
      visits Bazeilles, 86;
      work in Caserne, 102;
      rides to Bouillon, 112;
      leaves Sedan, 116;
      goes to Brussels, 118;
      to Rouen, 123;
      in Seine Valley, 125;
      captured by Francs-Tireurs, 126;
      to Mantes, 134;
      sees fighting from Marly, 140;
      at Versailles, 141-150;
      marches to Orleans by Étampes, 153-160;
      enters to sound of cannon, 157;
      remarkable cases, 179;
      at battle of Chevilly, 195;
      visits that field, 352, _seq._;
      in French camp, 199;
      back to Orléans, 207;
      sees French enter, 213;
      at Neuville, 242;
      sees battle of Patay, 259;
      and French retreat across Loire, 264;
      and burning of bridge, 266;
      during assault on Orleans, 271;
      sees entry of Red Prince, 274;
      at Ste. Euverte, 252-310;
      night duties, 292, _seq._;
      leaves Orleans on furlough, 312;
      journeys home by Lagny, Strasburg, etc., 315-332;
      recalled, 333;
      loses papers in Seine Valley, 335;
      at Versailles, 336;
      in Orleans again, 339;
      falls ill of typhoid fever, 345;
      recovers and leaves Orleans, 351.


    S.

    Sailors, French, 46, 228, 261;
      German, 288.

    Schrenk, Captain, 177.

    Schroeder, Henry, 274, 285, 307, 343.

    Sedan, arrival at, 31;
      no surgeons or medical appliances, 38;
      defences, 39;
      battle, 43-53, _seq._;
      number of wounded, 53;
      field after the battle, 62-65;
      operations in hospital, 70, _seq._, 93;
      inhabitants shut up, 85;
      captured guns in Park, 101;
      ambulance leaves, 116.

    Seine Valley, 124, 336.

    Sentinels, French, 207;
      German, 230.

    Sheridan, General, 142.

    Sherwell, Dr., 89, 208, 311.

    Sims, Dr. Marion, 27, 28, 31, 70, 73, 94.

    Sims, Harry, 27.

    Soissons, 30.

    Soldiers' burials, 62.

    Southern exiles, 142.

    St. Aignan, Church, 350.

    St. Aubin, Louis, 45, 96, _seq._, 116.

    St. Cloud, burnt, 146.

    St. Germain, 139;
      forest of, 336.

    St. Pierre, village, 124.

    Ste. Euverte, 252, 273, 276, 291, 306, 310.

    Steel, General, 10.

    Strasburg, 328-330.


    T.

    Tann, Von der, his proclamation 174.

    Tilghman, Dr., 27, 36, 47, 184, 200, 209, 282.

    Torcy, gate of Sedan, 32.

    Trochu, General, 251.

    Turcos, 51, 212, 240.


    U.

    Uniforms, German, 169.

    Urbonouski, Mme., 145.


    V.

    Vercourt, M. de, 4, 330.

    Verdière, M. le, 20.

    Versailles, 145;
      the Château a hospital, 147, 287, 337.


    W.

    Walsh, Dr., 2.

    Warren, Dr., 89, 105, 193, 202, 253, 269, 342, 345, 347.

    Webb, Dr., 70.

    Weissenburg, battle of, 1, 50.

    William I., king and emperor, 147, 323.

    Wimpffen, General de, 34, 48.

    Wörth, 1, 50.

    Wounded, number at Sedan, 53;
      in hospital, 70-93.

    Wyman, Dr., 115.


    Z.

    Zouaves, 241.

    Zouave, Well of the, 90.




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Transcriber's note:

Obvious errors of punctuation and diacritical markings were
corrected, although "Orleans" appeared frequently without the
accent aigu and was not modified.

Hyphen removed: "bomb[-]shells" (p. 317), "towns[-]people" (p. 152).

The following words appear both with and without hyphens and have not
been changed: "dead-house", "side-arms", "station-master's".

P. 217: "Coulmier" changed to "Coulmiers".

P. 229: "univeral" changed to "universal" (universal scramble of excited
Frenchmen).

P. 248: "befel" changed to "befell" (befell the French arms).

Index:
Many page numbers seem to be wrong but have been left as printed.
Entry "Madelieie" changed to "Madeleine".
Entry "Nihill" changed to "Nihil".
Entries moved to their correct alphabetical positions:
"Frénois, village"
"Hayden, Frank"
"Loire, Army of the"

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