While one company of chasseurs was detailed to the crossroads to establish an "impregnable barrier" there, my company went in the woods to "fell as many trees as possible." All the axes, bill-hooks and hatchets of the village were speedily requisitioned. Almost everything was used as a tool. For a whole day the blows of the axes were resounding and trees were falling. To spur us on to greater efforts, the general himself wanted to assist us in the vandalism. "Come on, you scamps!" he would cry out at every occasion, clapping his hands. "Come on boys, let's get this one!..." He himself pointed out the most stalwart among the trees, those which grew up straight and spread out like the columns of a temple. It was an orgy of destruction, criminal and foolish; a shout of brutal joy went up every time a tree fell on top of another with a great noise. The old trees became less dense, one could say they were mowed down by some gigantic and supernatural scythe. Two men were killed by the fall of an oak tree. And the few trees which remained standing, austere in the midst of ruined trunks lying on the ground, and the twisted branches which rose up towards them like arms outstretched in supplication, were showing open wounds, deep and red gashes from which the sap was oozing, weeping as it were. The supervisor of the forest section, warned by a guard, came running from Senonches, and with a broken heart witnessed this useless devastation. I was near the general when the forester approached him respectfully, kepi in hand. "Beg pardon, general," said he. "I can understand the felling of trees on the edge of the road, the barricading of lines of approach.... But your destruction of the heart of the old forest seems to me a little...." But the general interrupted: "Eh? What? It seems to you what?...What are you butting in here for?... I do as I please.... Who is commander here, you or I?..." "But...." stammered the forester. "There are no buts about it, Monsieur.... You make me tired, that's one thing sure!... You had better hurry back to Senonches or I'll have you strung up on a tree.... Come on, boys!..." The general turned his back on the stupefied agent and walked away knocking some dead leaves and sprigs before him with the end of his cane.