I shuddered, and I believed that my last hour had come.

“The dance is about to commence,” cried out my captain. “Good-night!”

These were the last words that I heard him utter.

A roll of drums resounded within the redoubt. I saw every musket

lowered. I closed my eyes, and I heard an appalling crash, followed

by cries and groans. I opened my eyes, surprised to find myself still

living. The redoubt was anew enveloped in smoke. I was surrounded with

the bleeding and the dead. My captain was stretched out at my feet: his

head had been crushed by a bullet, and I was covered with his brains

and his blood. Of all my company none remained but six men and me.

To this carnage succeeded a moment of stupor. The colonel, putting his

hat on the point of his sword, was the first to scale the parapet,

crying: “_Vive l’Empereur!_” He was followed instantly by all the

survivors. I do not remember clearly just what followed. We entered

within the redoubt, how I do not know. We fought body to body amid

a smoke so dense that we could not see one another. I believe that

I smote, for I found my sabre was all bloody. At last I heard the

cry, “Victory!” and, the smoke diminishing, I saw blood and dead

bodies completely covering the earthworks of the redoubt. The cannons

especially were buried beneath piles of corpses. About two hundred men,

in the French uniform, were grouped without order, some loading their

muskets, others wiping their bayonets. Eleven hundred Russian prisoners

were with them.

The colonel was lying all covered with blood upon a broken caisson

near the entrance. Several soldiers bestirred themselves around him: I

approached.

“Where is the senior captain?” he inquired of a sergeant.

The sergeant shrugged his shoulders in a manner most expressive.

“And the senior lieutenant?”

“This gentleman here, who arrived yesterday,” said the sergeant, in a

perfectly calm tone.

The colonel smiled bitterly.

“Come, sir,” he said to me, “you are now in chief command; promptly

fortify the entrance of the redoubt with these wagons, for the enemy is

in force; but General C---- will see that you are sustained.”

“Colonel,” I said to him, “you are severely wounded?”

“Pish, my dear fellow, but the redoubt is taken!”

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