Bismarck : $b some secret pages of his history (Vol. 1 of 3). Being a diary kept by Dr. Moritz Busch during twenty-five years' official and private intercourse with the great ChancellorBusch, Moritz
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Bismarck : $b some secret pages of his history (Vol. 1 of 3). Being a diary kept by Dr. Moritz Busch during twenty-five years' official and private intercourse with the great Chancellor
Busch, Moritz
Bismarck, Otto, Fürst von, 1815-1898
one of our mighty German potentates (the young Hereditary Grand Duke
of Mecklenburg) to keep watch over the carriage and see that nothing
was stolen, I went with Sheridan on a reconnoitring tour in search of
a sleeping place. We came to a house which was still burning, but that
was too hot for us. I inquired at another, it was full of wounded; at
a third, and got the same answer, and still a fourth was also full of
wounded. Here, however, I refused to budge. I saw a top window in which
there was no light, and asked who was there. ‘Only wounded soldiers,’
was the reply. ‘Well, we are just going up to see,’ I said, and marched
upstairs. There we found three beds with good and tolerably clean straw
mattresses, where we took up our quarters and slept capitally.”
When the Minister first told this story at Pont à Mousson, with less
detail, his cousin, Count Bismarck-Bohlen, added: “Yes, you fell asleep
immediately, as also did Sheridan, who rolled himself up in a white
linen sheet--where he found it I cannot imagine--and seemed to dream
of you all night, as I heard him murmur to himself several times, ‘O
dear Count!’” “Yes,” said the Minister, “and the Hereditary Grand
Duke, who took the affair in very good part, and was altogether a very
pleasant and amiable young gentleman.” “Moreover,” continued Bohlen,
“the best of it was that there really was no such scarcity of shelter.
In the meantime a fine country house had been discovered that had
been prepared for the reception of Bazaine, with good beds, excellent
wine, and I know not what besides, all first rate. The Minister of War
quartered himself there, and had a luxurious supper with his staff.”
On the way to Busancy the Chancellor further said: “The whole day I had
nothing to eat but army bread and bacon fat. In the evening we got five
or six eggs. The others wanted them cooked, but I like them raw, and
so I stole a couple, and cracking the shells on the hilt of my sword, I
swallowed them, and felt much refreshed. Early next morning I had the
first warm food for thirty-six hours. It was only some pea-soup with
bacon, which I got from General Goeben, but I enjoyed it immensely.”
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