The Downfall (La Débâcle): A Story of the Horrors of WarZola, Émile
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The Downfall (La Débâcle): A Story of the Horrors of War
Zola, Émile
Franco-Prussian War, 1870-1871 -- Fiction
There was a pause, and Jean, on looking at Maurice, saw that his
eyes were closing and that he was about to fall. 'Hullo, my poor
youngster--hold yourself up. Good heavens! Give me your popgun a
moment; that will ease you. It certainly isn't possible to go any
farther to-day; if we do, we shall leave half the men on the road.' He
had just caught sight of Oches, with its few houses climbing a hill
ahead of them. The yellow church, perched aloft, overlooks the other
buildings from amidst the trees.
'Sure enough we shall have to sleep here,' added Jean.
He had guessed correctly. Noticing the extreme weariness of his men,
General Douay despaired of reaching La Besace that day. He was,
however, more particularly induced to halt by the arrival of the
convoy--that worrying convoy which he had been dragging about with him
since leaving Rheims and whose three leagues of vehicles and horses
had so repeatedly delayed his march. Whilst at Quatre-Champs, he had
despatched this interminable train direct to St. Pierremont, but it was
only at Oches that it again joined the corps, and with the horses so
exhausted that they could no longer be prevailed upon to move. It was
now already five o'clock, and the general, fearing to enter the defile
of Stonne at that hour, decided that he must renounce accomplishing the
distance prescribed by the marshal. The men halted and began to encamp,
the convoy being drawn up in the meadows below, where it was protected
by one of the divisions; whilst the artillery established itself on the
slopes behind, and the brigade which was to serve as the rear-guard
on the morrow remained upon a height facing St. Pierremont. Another
division, of which General Bourgain-Desfeuilles' brigade formed part,
bivouacked behind the church on a broad plateau, edged by a wood of oak
trees.
When the 106th was at last able to encamp on the outskirts of this
wood, night was already coming on, so much confusion had there been in
selecting and apportioning the various sites.
'Curse it!' said Chouteau, furiously; 'I sha'n't eat. I shall sleep!'
Indeed, this was the general cry. Many of the men had not enough
strength left them to pitch their tents, but went to sleep wherever
they fell. Besides, in order to sup, they needed the presence of the
commissariat; and the commissariat, which was expecting the Seventh
Corps at La Besace, was not at Oches. Such, too, were the disorder
and laxity that there were no longer any bugle calls to rations, nor
from this time forward, indeed, were any rations distributed. It was
a case of everyone for himself; the soldiers having to subsist on the
supplies which they were supposed to have in their knapsacks. But the
latter were empty; few indeed were the men who found a crust in them,
some chance crumbs of the plenty in which they had momentarily lived at
Vouziers. There was, however, some coffee, and the less weary of the
troops again drank coffee without sugar.
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