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.