At last all was silent in the encampment; the soldiers slept beside
their watchfires, and save the tramp of a patrol or the _qui vive_? of
the sentinels, all was still. The night was cold and sharp; a cutting
wind blew across the plain, which gave way to a thick mist,--so thick,
the sentries could scarcely see a dozen paces off.
I sat in my little hovel of straw,--my mind far too much excited for
sleep,--watching the stars as they peeped out one by one, piercing the
gray mist, until at last the air became thin and clear, and a frosty
atmosphere succeeded to the weighty fog; and now I could trace out
the vast columns, as they lay thickly strewn along the plain. The old
general, wrapped in his cloak, slept soundly on his straw couch; his
deep-drawn breathing showed that his rest was unbroken. How slowly did
the time seem to creep along! I thought it must be nigh morning, and it
was only a little more than midnight.
Our position was a small rising ground about a mile in front of the left
centre, and communicating with the enemy's line by a narrow road between
the marshes. This had been defended by a battery of four guns, with
a stockade in front; and along it now, for a considerable distance, a
chain of sentinels were placed, who should communicate any movement that
they observed in the Russian lines, of which I was charged to convey
the earliest intelligence to the quartier-général. This duty alone would
have kept me in a state of anxiety, had not the frame of my mind already
so disposed me; and I could not avoid creeping out from time to time, to
peer through the gloom in the direction of the enemy's camp, and listen
with an eager ear for any sounds from that quarter. At last I heard the
sound of a voice at some distance off; then, a few minutes after, the
hurried step of feet, and a voltigeur came up, breathless with haste:
“The Russians were in motion towards the right. Our advanced posts could
hear the roll of guns and tumbrels moving along the plain, and it was
evident their columns were in march.” I knelt down and placed my ear to
the ground, and almost started at the distinctness with which I could
hear the dull sound of the large guns as they were dragged along; the
earth seemed to tremble beneath them.
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