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
When Jean, desirous of sharing his two remaining biscuits with Maurice,
came up to the young fellow, he found him sound asleep. For a moment he
thought of rousing him, but decided not to do so; and then, like the
stoic he was, he again hid both biscuits in his knapsack, as carefully
as though he were concealing gold, and contented himself with some
coffee like his comrades. He had insisted upon having the tent pitched,
and they were already lying down inside it when Loubet, who had been
on the prowl, came back with some carrots which he had pulled up in a
neighbouring field. It was impossible to cook them, so they were eaten
raw; but they only irritated the men's hunger, and made Pache quite ill.
'No, no, let him sleep,' said Jean to Chouteau, when the latter began
shaking Maurice to give him his share.
'Ah!' remarked Lapoulle, 'we shall have some bread to-morrow when we
get to Angoulême--I've a cousin who's in garrison at Angoulême--a
capital place!'
The others were amazed (as well they might be, for it was as if an
English soldier marching through the Highlands had expressed the belief
that they would reach Bristol on the morrow), and Chouteau exclaimed:
'Angoulême! what do you mean? What a fool you must be to think you're
going to Angoulême!'
It was impossible, however, to extract any explanation from Lapoulle,
though he adhered to his opinion that they were marching to Angoulême.
That same morning, by the way, on seeing the Uhlans, he had maintained
that they were some of Bazaine's soldiers.
Then the camp fell into a death-like silence in the inky night. Chilly
though it was, no fires were allowed to be lighted. It was known that
the Prussians were only a few miles away, and as little noise as
possible was made for fear of attracting their attention. The officers
had already warned their men that the march would be resumed at four
o'clock, with the view of making up for lost time, and weary as they
were they all hastily and gluttonously gave themselves up to sleep.
The loud breathing of those masses of men ascended into the darkness
above the dispersed encampments, as though it were the breathing of the
very earth.
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