Two goats escaped between my legs; the rest were taken. The soldiers pushed back the old women, broke their pitchforks, and finally regained the chief street, which was full of cattle, lowing and kicking. Old Migneron sat down on the fence and tore her hair. Just then two cows came along, their tails in the air, leaping over the fences and upsetting everything, the baskets of bees and their old keeper. Fortunately, as it was winter, the bees remained as if dead in their baskets, or else I believe they would have routed our whole battalion. The horn of the _hardier_* sounded in the village. He had been summoned in the name of the law. This old _hardier_, Nickel, passed along the street, and the animals became quiet, and could be put in some order. I saw the procession go along the street; the oxen and cows in front, then the goats, and the pigs behind. * Herdsman. The Baraquins followed, flinging stones and throwing sticks. I saw that, if I should be forgotten, these wretches would fall upon me, and I should be murdered; but Sergeant Monborne, with other comrades, came and relieved me. They all laughed and said: "We have shaved them well! There is not a goat left at the Barracks; we have taken everything at one haul." We hastened to rejoin the column, which marched in two lines at the right and left of the road, the cattle in the middle, our company behind, and Nickel, with Commandant Thomas, in front. This formed a file of at least three hundred paces. On every animal a bundle of hay had been tied for fodder. In this way we passed slowly into the cemetery lane. Upon the glacis we halted, and tied up the animals, and the order came to take them down into the fosses behind the arsenal. We were the first that returned; we had seized thirty oxen, forty-five cows, a quantity of goats and pigs, and some sheep. All day long the companies were coming back with their booty, so that the fosses were filled with cattle, which remained in the open air. Then the governor said that the garrison had provisions for six months, and every inhabitant must prove that he had enough to last as long, and that domiciliary visits were to begin. We broke ranks before the city hall. I was going up the main street, my gun on my shoulder, when some one called me: "Hey! Father Moses!" I turned and saw our sergeant. "Well," said he, laughing, "you have made your first attack; you have brought us back some provisions. Well and good!" "Yes, sergeant, but it is very sad!" "What, sad? Thirty oxen, forty-five cows, some pigs and goats--it is magnificent!" "To be sure, but if you had heard the cries of these poor people, if you had seen them!"