The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes"Erckmann-Chatrian
Philosophy
The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes"
Erckmann-Chatrian
France -- History -- Third Republic, 1870-1940 -- Fiction
Some people who were there, carriers--German Jews, who followed their
armies with carts, to load them with the clocks, the pots and pans, the
linen, the furniture, and everything which the officers and soldiers
sold them after having pillaged them in our houses--told us how horses
were given away round Metz for nothing; that Arab horses were sold for
a hundred sous, but that nobody would have them, horses' provender
selling at an exorbitant price; that these poor beasts were eating one
another--they devoured each other's hair to the quick, and even gnawed
the bark off trees to which they were tied; that our captive soldiers
dropped down with hunger in the ditches by the roadside, and then the
Prussians abused them for drunkards. We heard, also, that the
inhabitants of Metz, on hearing the terms of capitulation, had meant to
rise and put Bazaine to death, but that all through the siege three
mitrailleuses had been placed in front of his head-quarters, and that
he had escaped the day before this shameful capitulation was to take
place.
All this appeared to us almost impossible. Metz surrender
unconditionally! Metz, the strongest town in France, defended by an
army of a hundred thousand well-seasoned troops: the last army left to
us after Sedan!
But it was true, nevertheless!
And in spite of all that can be said of the ignorance and the folly of
the chiefs, to account for this terrible disaster, I cannot but believe
that our _honest man_ gave his orders to the very last; that Bazaine
obeyed, and that they did everything together. Besides, Bazaine went
to join him immediately at Wilhelmshoehe, where the cuisine was so
excellent; there they reposed after their toils, until the opportunity
should return of recommencing a campaign after the fashion of the 2d of
December, in which men were entrapped by night in their beds, while
they were relying upon _the honest man's_ oath; or in the style of the
Mexican war, where he ran away, deserting the men he had sworn to
defend! In this sort of campaign, and if the people continue to have
confidence in such men, as many assert will happen, they may begin
again some fine morning, and once more get hold of the keys of the
treasury; they will once more distribute crosses, and salaries, and
pensions to their friends and acquaintances; and in a few years
Bismarck will discover that the Germans possess claims upon Champagne
and Burgundy.
Well, everything is possible; we have seen such strange things these
last twenty years.
At Fenetrange, through which we passed about two o'clock, nothing was
known.
At six in the evening we arrived upon the plateau of Metting, near the
farm called Donat, and saw in the dim distance, two leagues from us,
Phalsbourg, without its ramparts, and its demilunes; its church and its
streets in ashes! The Germans were hidden by the undulations of the
surrounding country, their cannon were on the hill-sides, and sentinels
were posted behind the quarries.
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