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.