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
The market-place at Busancy, a small country town, was crowded with
officers, hussars, uhlans, couriers, and all sorts of conveyances.
After a while Sheridan and Forsythe also arrived. At 11.30 the King
appeared, and immediately afterwards we heard the unexpected news
that the French were standing their ground. At about four kilometres
from Busancy we came to a height beneath which to the left and right
a small open valley lay between us and another height. Suddenly we
heard the muffled sound of a discharge in the distance. “Artillery
fire,” said the Minister. A little further on I saw two columns of
infantry stationed on the other side of a hollow to the left on a piece
of rising ground bare of trees. They had two guns which were being
fired. It was so far off however that one could hardly hear the report.
The Chief was surprised at the sharpness of my sight and put on his
glasses, which I for the first time learned were necessary to him when
he wished to see at a distance. Small white clouds like balloons at a
great height floated for three or four seconds above the hollow and
then disappeared in a flash. These were shrapnel shells. The guns must
have been German, and seemed to throw their shot from a declivity on
the other side of the hollow. Over this hollow was a wood, in front of
which I could observe several dark lines, perhaps French troops. Still
further off was the spur of a hill, with three or four large trees.
This, according to my map, was the village of Stonn, from which, as I
afterwards heard, the Emperor Napoleon watched the fight.
The firing to the left soon ceased. Bavarian artillery, blue
cuirassiers, and green light horse, passed us on the road, going at
a trot. A little further on, just as we drove by a small thicket,
we heard a rattle, as of a slow and badly delivered volley. “A
mitrailleuse,” said Engel, turning round on the box. Not far off, at a
place where the Bavarian rifles were resting in the ditch by the road,
the Minister got on horseback in order to ride with the King, who was
ahead of us. We ourselves, after following the road for a time, turned
towards the right across a stubble field. The ground gradually rose
to a low height on which the King stood with the Chief and a number
of Princes, generals and other officers of high rank. I followed them
across the ploughed fields, and standing a little to one side I watched
the battle of Beaumont till nearly sunset.
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