A tumultuous crowd accompanied them,--students, artists, young men affiliated to the Cougourde of Aix, artisans, and lightermen, armed with sticks and bayonets, and some, like Combeferre, with pistols passed through their trouser-belt. An old man, who appeared very aged, marched in this band; he had no weapon, and hurried on, that he might not be left behind, though he looked thoughtful. Gavroche perceived him. "Keksekça?" said he to Courfeyrac. "That is an antique." It was M. Mabœuf. CHAPTER V. THE OLD MAN. We will tell what had occurred. Enjolras and his friends were on the Bourdon Boulevard near the granaries at the moment when the dragoons charged, and Enjolras, Courfeyrac, and Combeferre were among those who turned into the Rue Bassompierre shouting, "To the barricades!" In the Rue Lesdiguières they met an old man walking along, and what attracted their attention was, that he was moving very irregularly, as if intoxicated. Moreover, he had his hat in his hand, although it had rained the whole morning, and was raining rather hard at that very moment. Courfeyrac recognized Father Mabœuf, whom he knew through having accompanied Marius sometimes as far as his door. Knowing the peaceful and more than timid habits of the churchwarden and bibliomaniac, and stupefied at seeing him in the midst of the tumult, within two yards of cavalry charges, almost in the midst of the musketry fire, bareheaded in the rain, and walking about among bullets, he accosted him, and the rebel of five-and-twenty and the octogenarian exchanged this dialogue:-- "Monsieur Mabœuf, you had better go home." "Why so?" "There is going to be a row." "Very good." "Sabre-cuts and shots, Monsieur Mabœuf." "Very good." "Cannon-shots." "Very good. Where are you gentlemen going?" "To upset the Government." "Very good." And he began following them, but since that moment had not said a word. His step had become suddenly firm, and when workmen offered him an arm, he declined it with a shake of the head. He walked almost at the head of the column, having at once the command of a man who is marching and the face of a man who is asleep. "What a determined old fellow!" the students muttered; and the rumor ran along the party that he was an ex-conventionalist, an old regicide. The band turn into the Rue de la Verrerie, and little Gavroche marched at the head, singing at the top of his voice, which made him resemble a bugler. He sang:-- "Voici la lune qui paraît, Quand irons-nous dans la forêt? Demandait Charlot à Charlotte. "Tou tou tou Pour Chatou. Je n'ai qu'un Dieu, qu'un roi, qu'un liard et qu'une botte. "Pour avoir bu de grand matin La rosée à même le thym, Deux moineaux étaient en ribotte. "Zi zi zi Pour Passy. Je n'ai qu'un Dieu, qu'un roi, qu'un liard et qu'une botte.