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 an alert at about four o'clock. The 4th Hussars came back
after a long round, and stories of some encounters they had had with
Uhlans, repeated with increasing exaggeration by all who heard them,
began to circulate; confirming everyone in the impression that an
attack was imminent. A couple of hours later a fresh estafette arrived
with a scared look, and explained that General Bordas no longer dared
to leave Grand-Pré, as he was convinced that the road to Vouziers was
cut. This was not yet the case, since the estafette had been able
to pass without hindrance; still it might occur at any moment, and
accordingly General Dumont, the commander of the division, set out with
his remaining brigade to extricate the other. The sun was now setting
behind Vouziers, whose roofs stood out blackly against a large red
cloud. For a long time the men in camp were able to see the brigade as
it marched along between the rows of trees, but at last it faded from
sight in the growing darkness.
When Colonel de Vineuil came to make sure that his men were in good
positions for the night, he was astonished not to find Captain Beaudoin
at his post. The captain arrived, however, from Vouziers at that very
moment, and when by way of excusing himself he explained that he had
been lunching at Baroness de Ladicourt's, in the town, he received
a severe reprimand, which, it must be admitted, he listened to in
silence, in the irreproachable attitude of a smart officer.
'My lads,' the colonel repeated, as he passed among his men, 'we
shall no doubt be attacked to-night or certainly to-morrow morning at
daybreak. Mind you are ready, and remember that the 106th has never
retreated.'
They all acclaimed him; and indeed, in the weariness and discouragement
that had been growing upon them since their departure from Rheims
they all longed to finish matters with a tussle. The chassepots were
examined and the needles changed; and then, as they had eaten their
_soupe_ in the morning, the men contented themselves, that night,
with some coffee and biscuit. They received orders not to turn in;
and picket guards were stationed at some sixteen hundred yards from
the camp, whilst sentinels were placed as far away as the banks of
the Aisne. The officers sat up watching around the camp fires; by the
leaping glow of one of which, near a low wall, it was possible to
distinguish every now and then the embroidery on the garish uniforms
worn by the commander-in-chief and his staff, together with shadows
that moved rapidly and anxiously, hastening at times towards the road
to listen there for the sound of horses' hoofs--so intense was the
disquietude concerning the fate of the Third Division.
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