Another, and a sadder scene happened in the Avenue des Ternes. A
funeral procession was passing along. The coffin, borne by two men, was
very small, the coffin of a young child. The father, a workman in a
blouse, walked behind with a little knot of other mourners. A sad
sight, but the catastrophe was horrible. Suddenly a shell from Mont
Valérien fell on the tiny coffin, and, bursting, scattered the remains
of the dead child upon the living father. The corpse was entirely
destroyed, with the trappings that had surrounded it. Massacring the
dead! Truly those cannons are a wonderful, a refined invention!