“He has forgotten me!” said I, half aloud, as I watched the retiring
figures of the Emperor and his staff till they were concealed by the
mist; “he has forgotten me! Now to find out my brigade. A great battle
is before us, and there may still be a way to refresh his memory.” With
such thoughts I set forward in the direction of the picket-fires, full
sure that I should meet some skirmishers of our cavalry there.
As I went, the drums were beating towards the distant left, and
gradually the sounds crept nearer and nearer, as the infantry battalions
began to form and collect their stragglers. A dense fog seemed to shut
out the dawn, and with a thin and misty rain, the heavy vapor settled
down upon the earth, wrapping all things in a darkness deep as night
itself. From none could I learn any intelligence of the cavalry quarter,
nor had any of those I questioned seen horsemen pass near them.
“The voltigeurs in the valley yonder may perhaps tell you something,”
said an officer to me, pointing to some fires in a deep glen beneath us.
And thither I now bent my steps.
The dull rolling of the drums gradually swelled into one continued roar,
through which the clank of steel and the tremulous tramp of marching
columns could be heard. Spirit-stirring echoes were they, these
awakening sounds of coming conflict! and how they nerved my heart, and
set it bounding again with a soldier's ardor! As I descended the hill,
the noise became gradually fainter, till at length I found myself in a
narrow ravine, still and silent as the grave itself. The transition was
so sudden and unexpected, that for a moment I felt a sense of loneliness
and depression; and the thought struck me, “What if I have pushed on too
far? Can it be that I have passed our lines? But the officer spoke of
the voltigeurs in front; I had seen the fires myself; there could be no
doubt about it.” I now increased my speed, and in less than half an hour
gained a spot where the ground became more open and extended in front,
and not more than a few hundred paces in advance were the watchfires;
and as I looked I heard the swell of a number of voices singing in
chorus on different sides of me. The effect was most singular, for the
sounds came from various quarters at the same instant, and, as they
all chanted the same air, the refrain rang out and filled the valley;
beating time with their feet, they stepped to the tune, and formed
themselves to the melody, as though it were the band of the regiment. I
had often heard that this was a voltigeur habit, but never was witness
to it before. The air was one well known in that suburb of Paris whence
the wildest and most reckless of our soldiers came, and which they all
joined in celebrating in this rude verse:--
“Picardy first, and then Champagne,--
France to the battle! on boys, on!
Anjou, Brittany, and Maine,--
Hurrah for the Faubourg of St. Antoine I
“How pleasant the life of a voltigeur!
In the van of the fight he must ever be;
Of roughing and rations he 's always sure,--
With a comrade's share he may well make free.
“Picardy first, and then Champagne,--
France to the battle I on boys, on!
Anjou, Brittany, and Maine,--
Hurrah for the Faubourg of St. Antoine!
“The great guns thunder on yonder hill,--
Closer than that they durst not go;
But the voltigeur comes nearer still,--
With his bayonet fixed he meets the foe.
“The hussar's coat is slashed with gold;
He rides an Arab courser fleet:
But is the voltigeur less bold
Who meets his enemy on his feet?
“The cuirassier is clad in steel;
His massive sword is straight and strong:
But the voltigeur can charge and wheel
With a step,--his bayonet is just as long.
“The artillery-driver must halt his team
If the current be fast or the water deep:
But the voltigeur can swim the stream,
And climb the bank, be it e'er so steep.
“The voltigeur needs no trumpet sound,--
No bugle has he to cheer him on:
Where the fire is hottest, that 's his ground,--
Hurrah for the Faubourg of St. Antoine!”
As they came to the conclusion of this song, they kept up the air
without words, imitating by their voices the roll of the drum in
marching time. Joining the first party I came up with, I asked the
officer in what direction of the field I should find the cuirassier
brigade.
“That I can't tell you, Comrade,” said he. “No cavalry have appeared in
our neighborhood, nor are they likely; for all the ground is cut up and
intersected so much they could not act. But our maître d'armes is the
fellow to tell you. Halloo, François! come up here for a moment.”
Before I could ask whether this was not my old antagonist at Elchingen,
the individual himself appeared.
“Eh, what?” cried he, as he lifted a piece of firewood from the ground,
and stared me in the face by its light. “Not my friend Burke, eh? By
Jove! so it is.”
Our cordial greetings being over, I asked Maître François if he could
give me any intelligence of D'Auvergne's division, or put me in the way
to reach them.
“They're some miles off by this time,” said he, coolly. “When I was
below the Plateau de Jena last night, that brigade you speak of
got their orders to push forward to Auerstadt, to support Davoust's
infantry. I mind it well, for they were sorely tired, and had just
picketed their horses, when the orderly came down with the despatch.”
“And where does Auerstadt lie?”
“About four leagues to the other side of that tall mountain yonder.”
“What, then, shall I do? I am dismounted, to begin with.”
“And if you were not, if you had the best horse in the whole brigade,
what would it serve you now, except to pass the day riding between two
battle-fields, and see nothing of either? for we shall have hot work
here, depend upon it. No, no; stay with us. Be a voltigeur for to-day,
and we 'll show you something you 'll not see from your bearskin
saddle.”
“But I shall be in a sad scrape on account of my absence.”
“Never mind that; the man that takes his turn with the voltigeurs of the
Twenty-second won't be suspected of skulking. And here comes the major;
report yourself to him at once.”
Without waiting for any reply, Maître Francois accosted the officer in
question, and in a very few words explained my position.
“Nothing could come better timed,” said the major. “One of ours has been
sent with despatches to the rear, and we may not see him for some hours.
Again, a light cavalryman must know how to skirmish, and we 'll try your
skill that way. Come along with me.”
“To our next meeting, then,” cried Francois, as I hurried on after the
major; whilst once more the voltigeur ranks burst forth in full chorus,
and the merry sounds filled the valley.
I followed the major down a somewhat steep and rugged path, at the foot
of which, and concealed by a low copse-wood, was a party consisting of
two companies of the regiment, who formed the most advanced pickets, and
were destined to exchange the first shots with the enemy.
Before us lay a defile, partly overgrown with trees on either side,
which ascended by a gradual slope to the foot of the hill on which the
Prussian infantry was stationed, and whose lines were tracked out by a
long train of watch-fires. A farmhouse and its out-buildings occupied
the side of the hill about half-way up; and this was garrisoned by the
enemy, and defended by two guns in position in the defile. To surprise
the post and hold it until the main columns came up, was the object
of the voltigeur attack; and for this purpose small bodies of men were
assembling secretly and stealthily under cover of the brushwood, to
burst forth on the word being given.
There was something which surprised me not a little in the way all these
movements were effected. Officers and men were mixed up, as it seemed,
in perfect confusion; not approaching in regular order, or taking up
a position like disciplined troops, they came in twos and threes,
crouching and creeping, and suddenly concealing themselves at every
opportunity of cover the ground afforded.
Their noiseless and cautious gestures brought to my mind all that I
had ever read of Indian warfare; and in their eager faces, and quick,
piercing looks, I thought I could recognize the very traits of the red
men. The commands were given by signals; and so rapidly interchanged
were they from party to party, that the different groups seemed to move
forward by one impulse, though the officer who led them was full a mile
distant from where we were.
“Can you use a firelock, comrade?” said the major, as he placed in my
hand a short musket, such as the voltigeurs carried. “Sling it at your
back; you may find it useful up yonder. And now I must leave you; keep
to this party. But what is this? You mustn't wear that shako; you'd soon
be picked off with that tower of black fur on your head. Corporal,
have you no spare foraging-cap in your kit? Ah! that's something
more becoming a tirailleur; and, by Jove! I think it improves you
wonderfully.”
The circumstance of becomingness was not exactly uppermost in my mind
at the moment; but certainly I felt no small gratification at being
provided with the equipment both of cap and firearms which placed me on
an equality with those about me.
Scarcely had the major left us, when the corporal crept closely to
my side, and with that mingled respect and familiarity a French
sous-officier assumes so naturally, said,--
“You wished to see something of a skirmish, Captain, I suppose? Well,
you're like enough to be gratified; we're closing up rapidly now.”
“What may be the strength of your battalion, Corporal?”
“Twelve hundred men, sir; and they're every one at this instant in the
valley, though I'll wager you don't see a bough move nor a leaf stirring
to show where they lie hid. You see that low copse yonder; well, there's
a company of ours beneath its shelter. But there goes the word to move
on.”
A motion with his sword, the only command he gave, communicated the
order; and the men, creeping stealthily on, obeyed the mandate, till at
another signal they were halted.
From the little copse of brushwood where we now lay, to the farmhouse,
the ground was completely open,--not a shrub nor a bush grew; a slight
ascent of the road led up to the gate, which could not be more than
three hundred paces in front of us. We were stationed at some distance
to the right of the road, but the field presented no obstacle or
impediment to our attack; and thither now were our looks turned,--the
short road which would lead to victory or the grave.
From my ambush I could see the two fieldpieces which commanded the road,
and beside which the artillerymen stood in patient attention. With what
a strange thrill I watched one of the party, as from time to time
he stooped down to blow the fuse beside the gun, and then seemed
endeavoring to peer into the valley, where all was still and noiseless!
As well as I could judge, our little party was nearest to the front; and
although a small clump to the left of the road offered a safe shelter
still nearer the enemy, I could not ascertain if it were occupied.
Not a word was now spoken. All save the corporal looked eagerly towards
the enemy; he was watching for the signal, and knelt down with his drawn
sword at his side. The deathlike stillness of the moment, so unlike the
prelude to every movement in cavalry combat; the painful expectation
which made minutes like years themselves; the small number of the party,
so dissimilar to the closely crowded squadrons I was used to; but,
more than all, the want of a horse,--that most stirring of all the
excitements to heroism and daring,--unnerved me; and if my heart were
to have been interrogated, I sadly fear it would have brought little
corroboration to the song of the voltigeurs, which attributed so many
features of superiority to their arm of the service above the rest of
the army.
A thousand and thousand times did I wish to be at the head of a cavalry
charge up that narrow road in face of those guns; ay, though the
mitraille should sweep the earth, there was that in the onward torrent
of the horseman's course that left no room for fear. But this cold and
stealthy approach, this weary watching, I could not bear.
“See, see,” whispered the corporal, as he pointed with his finger
towards the clump to the left of the road, “how beautifully done! there
goes another.”
As he spoke, I could perceive the dark shadow of something moving close
to the ground, and finally concealing itself in the brushwood, beneath
which now above twenty men lay hid. At the same instant a deep rolling
sound like far-off thunder was heard; and then louder still, but less
deep in volume, the rattling crash of musketry. At first the discharges
were more prolonged, and succeeded one another more rapidly; but
gradually the firing became less regular; then after an interval swelled
more fully again, and once more relaxed.
“Listen!” said the corporal; “can't you hear the cheering? There again;
the skirmishers are falling back,--the fire is too heavy for them.”
“Which, the Prussians?”
“To be sure, the Prussians. Hark! there was a volley; that was no
tirailleur discharge; the columns are advancing. Down, men, down!”
whispered he, as, excited by the sounds of musketry, some three or four
popped up their heads to listen. At the same instant a noise in front
drew our attention to that quarter; and we now saw that a party of horse
artillerymen were descending the road with a light eight-pounder gun,
which they were proceeding to place in position on a small knoll of
ground about eighty yards from the coppice I have mentioned.
“How I could pick off that fellow on the gray horse,” whispered a
soldier beside me to his comrade.
“And bring the whole fire on us afterwards,” said the other.
“What can we be waiting for?” said the corporal, impatiently. “They are
making that place as strong as a fortress; and there, see if that is not
a reinforcement!”
While he spoke, the heavy tramp of men marching announced the approach
of fresh troops; and by the bustle and noise within the farmhouse it was
clear the preparations for its defence were making with all the activity
the exigency demanded.
It was past seven o'clock; but as the day broke more out, the heavy
fog increased, and soon grew so dense as to shut out from our view
the Prussian picket and the guns upon the road. Meanwhile the firing
continued at a distance, but, as it seemed, fainter than before.
“Ha! there it comes now,” said the corporal, as a shrill whistle was
heard to our left. “Look to your pieces, men! steady.” There was a
pause; every ear was bent to listen, every breath drawn short, when
again he spoke. “That 's it. _En avant_, lads! _en avant!_”
With the word he sprang forward, but still crouching, he went as if the
thick mist were not enough to conceal him. The men followed their leader
with cautious steps, their carbines in hand and bayonets fixed. For some
minutes we ascended the hill, gradually nearing the road, along which a
low bank offered a slight protection against fire.
The corporal halted here for a second or two, when another whistle, so
faint as to be scarcely audible, was borne on the air. With a motion of
his hand forwards he gave the order to advance, and led the way along
the roadside.
As we followed in single file, I found myself next the corporal, whose
every motion I watched with an intensity of interest I cannot convey. At
last he stopped and wheeled round; then, kneeling down, he levelled his
piece upon the low bank,--a movement quickly followed by all the rest
who in silence obeyed his signal.
Directly in front of us now, and as it seemed not above a dozen yards
distant, the yellow glare of the artillery fuse could be dimly discerned
through the mist; thither every eye was bent and every musket pointed.
Thus we knelt with beating hearts, when suddenly several shots rang out
from the valley and the opposite side of the road; as quickly replied to
by the enemy, and a smart but irregular clattering of musketry followed.
“Now,” cried the corporal, aloud, “now, and all together!”
And then with one long, stunning report, every gun was discharged, and a
wild cry of the wounded blended with the sounds as we cleared the fence
and dashed at the guns.
“Down, men, down!” called our leader, as we jumped into the road. The
word was scarce uttered when a bright flash gleamed forth, a loud bang
succeeded, and we heard the grapeshot crushing down the valley and
tearing its way through the leaves and branches of the brushwood.
“_En avant_, lads! now's your time!” cried the corporal, as he sprang to
his feet and led towards the gun.
With one vigorous dash we pushed up the height, just as the cannoneers
were preparing to load. The gunners fell back, and a party of infantry
as quickly presented themselves.
The mist happily concealed the smallness of our force, otherwise the
Prussians might have crushed us at once. For a second there was a pause;
then both sides fired, an irregular volley was discharged, and the
muskets were lowered to the charge. What must have been the fate of our
little party now there could be no doubt; when suddenly, through the
blue smoke which yet lingered near the guns, the bright gleaming of
bayonets was seen to flash, while the loud _vivas_ of our own soldiers
rent the air.
So rapid was the rush, and so thronging did they come, it seemed as if
the very ground had given them up. With a cry of “Forward!” on we went;
the enemy retired and fell back behind the cover of the road, where they
kept up a tremendous fire upon the gun, to which now all our efforts
were directed, to turn against the walls of the farmhouse.
The mist by this was cleared away, and we were exposed to the shattering
fire which was maintained not only along the road, but from every window
and crevice in the walls of the farmhouse. Our men fell fast,--several
badly wounded; for the distance was less than half musket-range, even to
the farthest.
“The bayonet, men! the bayonet! Leave the gun, and sweep the road of
those fellows yonder!” said the major, as, vaulting over the fence, he
led the way himself.
We were now reinforced, and numbered fully four companies; so that our
attack soon drove in the enemy, who retreated, still firing, within the
courtyard around the farmhouse.
“Bring up the gun, lads, and we 'll soon breach them,” said the major.
But, unhappily, the party to whom it was committed, being annoyed at the
service which kept them back when their companions were advancing, had
hurled the piece off its carriage, and rolled it down the mountain.
With a muttered _sacré_ on their stupidity, the officer cried out to
scale the walls. If honor and rank and wealth had lain on the opposite
side, and not death and agony, they could not have obeyed with more
alacrity. Raised on one another's shoulders, the brave fellows mounted
the wall; but it was only to fall back again into their comrades' arms,
dead or mortally wounded. Still they pressed on: a reckless defiance of
danger had shut out every other thought; and their cheers grew wilder
and fiercer as the fire told upon them, while the shouts of triumph from
those within stimulated them to the verge of madness.
“Stand back, men! stand back!” called the major; “down! I say.”
As he spoke, a dead silence followed; the men retreated behind the cover
of the fence, and lay down flat with their faces to the ground. A low,
hissing noise was then heard; and then, with a clap like thunder, the
strong gate was rent into fragments and scattered in blazing pieces
about the field. The crash of the petard was answered by a cheer wild as
a war-whoop, and onward the infuriated soldiers poured through the
still burning timbers. And now began a scene of carnage which only a
hand-to-hand encounter can ever produce. From every door and window the
Prussians maintained a deadly fire: but the onward tide of victory was
with us, and we poured down upon them with the bayonet; and as none
gave, none asked for, quarter, the work of death was speedy. To the
wild shouts of battle, the crash, the din, the tumult of the fight, a
dropping irregular fire succeeded; and then came the low, wailing cries
of the wounded, the groans of the dying, and all was over! We were the
victors; but what a victory! The garden was strewn with our dead;
the hall, the stairs, every room was covered with bodies of our brave
fellows, their rugged faces even sterner than in life.
For some minutes it seemed as though our emotions had unnerved us all,
as we stood speechless, gazing on the fearful scene of bloodshed; when
the low rolling of drums, heard from the mountain side, startled every
listener.
“The Prussians! the Prussians!” called out three or four voices
together.
“No, no!” shouted François; “I was too long a tambour not to know that
beat; they 're our fellows.”
The drums rolled fuller and louder; and soon the head of a column
appeared peering over the ascent of the road. The sun shone brightly on
their gay uniforms and glancing arms, and the tall and showily-dressed
tambour-major stepped in advance with the proud bearing of a conqueror.
“Form, men, and to the front!” said the major of the voltigeurs, who
knew that his place was in the advance, and felt a noble pride that he
had won it bravely.
As the column came up the road, the voltigeurs, scattered along the road
on either side, advanced at a run. But no longer was there any obstacle
to their course; no enemy presented themselves in sight, and we mounted
the ascent without a single shot being fired.
As I stopped for time to recover breath, I could not help turning to
behold the valley, which, now filled with armed men, was a grand and
a gorgeous sight. In long columns of attack they came, the artillery
filling the interspaces between them. A brilliant sunlight shone out;
and I could distinguish the different brigades, with whose colors I was
now familiar. Still my eye ranged over the field in search of cavalry,
the arm I loved above all others,--that which, more than all the rest,
revived the heroic spirit of the chivalrous ages, and made the horseman
feel the ancient ardor of the belted knight. But none were within sight.
Indeed, the very nature of the ground offered an obstacle to their
movement, and I saw that here, as at Austerlitz, the day was for the
infantry.
Meanwhile we toiled up the height, and at length reached the crest of
the ridge. And then burst forth a sight such as all the grandeur I
had ever beheld of war had never presented the equal to. On a vast
tableland, slightly undulating on the surface, was drawn up the whole
Prussian army in battle array,--a splendid force of nigh thirty thousand
infantry, flanked by ten thousand sabres, the finest cavalry in Europe.
By some inconceivable error of tactics, they had offered no other
resistance to the French ascent of the mountain than the skirmishing
troops, which fell back as we came on; and even now they seemed to wait
patiently for the enemy to form before the conflict should begin. As our
columns crowned the hill they instantly deployed, to cover the advance
of those who followed: but the precaution seemed needless; for, except
at the extreme left, where we heard the firing before, the Prussian army
never moved a man, nor showed any disposition to attack.
It was now nine o'clock; the sky clear and cloudless, and a bright
autumnal day permitted the eye to range for miles on every side. The
Prussian army, but forty thousand strong, was drawn up in the form of
an arch, presenting the convexity to our front; while our troops, ninety
thousand in number, overlapped them on either flank, and extended far
beyond them.
The battle began by the advance of the French columns and the retreat
of the enemy,--both movements being accomplished without a shot being
fired, and the whole seeming the manoeuvres of a field-day.
At length, as the Prussians took up the position they intended to
hold, their guns were seen moving to the front; squadrons of cavalry
disengaged themselves from behind the infantry masses; and then a
tremendous tire opened from the whole line. Our troops advanced _en
tirailleurs_,--that is, whole regiments thrown out in skirmishing
order,--which, when pressed, fell back, and permitted the columns to
appear.
The division to which I found myself attached received orders to move
obliquely across the plain, in the direction of some cottages, which I
soon heard was the village of Vierzehn Heiligen, and the centre of the
Prussian position. A galling fire of artillery played upon the column
as it went; and before we accomplished half the distance, our loss was
considerable. More than once, too, the cry of “cavalry!” was heard; and
quick as the warning itself, we were thrown into square, to receive the
impetuous horsemen, who came madly on to the charge. Ney himself stood
in the squares, animating the men by his presence, and cheering them at
every volley they poured in.
“Yonder, men! yonder is the centre of their position,” said he, pointing
to the village, which now bristled with armed men, several guns upon
a height beyond it commanding the approach, and a cloud of cavalry
hovering near, to pounce down upon those who might be daring enough to
assail it. A wild cheer answered his words: both general and soldiers
understood each other well.
In two columns of attack the division was formed; and then the word
“Forward!” was given. “Orderly time, men!” said General Dorsenne, who
commanded that with which I was; and, obedient to the order, the ranks
moved as if on parade.
And now let me mention a circumstance, which, though trivial in
itself, presents a feature of the peculiar character of courage which
distinguished the French officer in battle. As the line advanced, the
fire of the Prussian battery, which by this had found out our range most
accurately, opened severely on us, but more particularly on the left;
and as the men fell fast, and the grapeshot tore through the ranks, a
wavering of the line took place, and in several places a broken front
was presented. Dorsenne saw it at once, and placing himself in front of
the advance, with his back towards the enemy, he called out, as if on
parade, “Close order--close order! Move up there--left, right--left,
right!” And so did he retire step by step, marking the time with
his sword, while the shot flew past and about him, and the earth was
scattered by the torrent of the grapeshot. Courage like this would seem
to give a charmed life, for while death was dealing fast around him, he
never received a wound.
The village was attacked at the bayonet point, and at the charge the
enemy received us. So long as their artillery could continue its fire,
our loss was fearful; but once within shelter of the walls and close in
with the Prussian ranks, the firing ceased, and the struggle was hand to
hand. Twice did we win our way up the ascent; twice were we beaten back.
Strong reinforcements were coming up to the enemy's aid; when a
loud rolling of the drums and a hoarse cheer from behind revived our
spirits,--it was Lannes's division advancing at a run. They opened to
permit our retiring masses to re-form behind them, and then rushed on. A
crash of musketry rang out, and through the smoke the glancing bayonets
flashed and the red flame danced wildly.
“En avant! en avant!” burst from every man, as, maddened with
excitement, we plunged into the fray. Like a vast torrent tumbling
from some mountain gorge, the column poured on, overwhelming all before
it,--now struggling for a moment, as some obstacle delayed, but could
not arrest, its march; now rushing headlong, it swept along. The village
was won; the Prussians fell back. Their guns opened fiercely on us, and
cavalry tore past, sabring all who sought not shelter within the walls:
but the post was ours, the key of their position was in our hands; and
Ney sent three messengers one after the other to the Emperor to let him
know the result, and enable him to push forward and attack the Prussian
centre.
Suddenly a wild cry was heard from the little street of the village: the
houses were in flames. The Prussians had thrown in heated shells, and
the wooden roofs of the cottages caught up the fire. For an instant all
became, as it were, panic-struck, and a confused movement of retreat was
begun: but the next moment order was restored; the sappers scaled the
walls of the burning houses, and with their axes severed the timbers,
and suffered the blazing mass to fall within the buildings.
But by this time the Prussians had re-formed their columns, and once
more advanced to the attack. The moment was in their favor: the disorder
of our ranks, and the sudden fear inspired by an unlooked-for danger
still continued, when they came on. Then, indeed, began a scene of
bloodshed the most horrible to witness: through the narrow streets,
within the gardens, the houses themselves, the combatants fought hand
to hand; neither would give way; neither knew on which side lay their
supporting columns. It was the terrible carnage of deadly animosity on
both sides.
Meanwhile the flames burst forth anew, and amid the crackling of the
burning timbers and the dense smoke of the lighted thatch, the fight
went on.
“Vandamme! Vandamme!” cried several voices, in ecstasy; “here come the
grenadiers!” And, true enough, the tall shakos peered through the blue
cloud.
“Hurrah for the Faubourg!” shouted a wild voltigeur, as he waved his cap
and sprang forward. “Let us not lose the glory now, boys!”
The appeal was not made in vain. From every window and doorway the men
leaped down into the street, and rushed at the Prussian column, which
was advancing at the charge. Suddenly the column opened, a rushing
sound was heard, and down with the speed of lightning rode a squadron
of cuirassiers. Over us they tore, sabring as they went, nor halted till
the head of Vandamme's column poured in a volley. Then wheeling, they
galloped back, trampling on our wounded, and dealing death with their
broadswords.
As for me, a sabre-cut in the head had stunned me; and while I leaned
for support against the wall of a house, a horseman tore past, and with
one vigorous cut he cleft open my shoulder. I staggered back and fell,
covered with bloody upon the door-sill. I saw our column pass on,
cheering, and heard the wild cry, “En avant I en avant!” swelling from
a thousand voices; and then, faint and exhausted, my senses reeled, and
the rest was like an indistinct dream.