The Great Invasion of 1813-14; or, After Leipzig: Being a story of the entry of the allied forces into Alsace and Lorraine, and their march upon Paris after the Battle of Leipzig, called the Battle of the Kings and NationsErckmann-Chatrian
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The Great Invasion of 1813-14; or, After Leipzig: Being a story of the entry of the allied forces into Alsace and Lorraine, and their march upon Paris after the Battle of Leipzig, called the Battle of the Kings and Nations
Erckmann-Chatrian
France -- History -- Invasion of 1814 -- Fiction; French fiction -- Translations into English
About twenty minutes afterwards he entered the town at the end of
a long file of vehicles, to which five and even six horses were
harnessed, and who were drawing with great efforts enormous trunks of
trees, destined to form block-houses. Among the drivers, the country
people, and the horses, neighing, rearing, and stamping, gravely rode a
mounted _gendarme_ named Kels, who seemed to take no note of anything,
and only said in a bluff voice: "Courage, courage, my friends--we have
two more stages to do by the evening. You will have deserved well of
your country!"
Jean-Claude passed over the bridge.
In the town a fresh spectacle presented itself to his eyes. There all
were ardently preparing for its defence, every door was open, and men,
women, and children were coming and going in every direction, to assist
in the transport of gunpowder and projectiles. At times they collected
in groups of three, four, and six, to gather the news.
"Hey! neighbour!"
"What now?"
"A courier has just arrived at full gallop; he came in by the French
gate."
"Then he comes to announce the arrival of the National Guard from
Nancy."
"Or, perhaps, a convoy from Metz."
"You are right--we are short of sixteen-pound shot, and also want
grape-shot. They are going to cast a lot."
Some honest citizens in shirt-sleeves, mounted on tables along the
footpaths, were busily engaged in blocking up their windows with thick
planks of wood and mattrasses. Others were rolling water-barrels in
front of their doors. Hullin felt reassured at witnessing so much
enthusiasm.
[Illustration: "HE ENTERED THE TOWN AT THE END OF A LONG FILE OF
VEHICLES."]
"All right!" he exclaimed; "everybody seems to be making holiday here.
The Allies will meet with a warm reception."
Opposite the college the shrill voice of the town-crier, Harmentier,
was heard proclaiming: "This is to give notice that the casemates
will be thrown open, in order that every one may be able to transport
thither a mattrass and two coverlets for his own personal use; and
that the commissioners are to commence their tour of inspection, to
ascertain that every inhabitant has three months' provisions laid up
in store, the which he is to certify.--This 20th of December, 1813.
Jean-Pierre Meunier, Governor."
All this Hullin heard and saw in less than a minute, for the whole town
seemed to have turned out. Strange, serious, and comic scenes followed
close upon each other without interruption.
Some National Guards were dragging a twenty-four pounder in the
direction of the arsenal. These brave fellows had a steep ascent to
climb, and their strength was nearly exhausted. "Hoy!--all together! A
thousand thunders! Put your shoulder to it! Forward!" Thus shouting all
together, and pushing with all their strength at the wheels, the great
cannon, stretching out its long, bronze neck over its immense carriage,
which rose above everything, rolled slowly over the pavement, trembling
beneath its weight.
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