With an Ambulance During the Franco-German War: Personal Experiences and Adventures with Both Armies, 1870-1871Ryan, Charles Edward
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With an Ambulance During the Franco-German War: Personal Experiences and Adventures with Both Armies, 1870-1871
Ryan, Charles Edward
Franco-Prussian War, 1870-1871 -- Civilian relief
I confess the scene was very disagreeable to me. Every now and then one
of these fellows would lay hold of a chair, and with one blow shatter it
in pieces against the tiles or the nearest pillar, and then cast the
fragments into the blaze. There they sat, smoking, eating, and
drinking,--what little they could get to eat and drink,--cursing
Bismarck and the Emperor, and rehearsing that oft-told preposterous lie,
how universal treachery was the cause of their presence there that
night. I stood for some time looking on at a display which, if curious,
was still more revolting. The stalls of the Sanctuary, which I had seen
a few days previously graced by the canons and other dignitaries who
surrounded Monseigneur Dupanloup, during the pomp and splendour of the
Episcopal ceremonies, and at High Mass, were now filled with the vilest
of the French soldiery, some of whom lolled about at their leisure and
conversed together, while others, overcome by hunger and fatigue, were
lying fast asleep all over the church. On the steps of the High Altar
fellows were stretched out in deep slumber, and not one appeared to
regard the nature of the place in which they were quartered. The lines
of fires down each side of the building, the din and the confusion to
which this herd of men gave rise, and the manner in which they seemed to
be swarming about all parts of the Cathedral, as the light of the fires
glanced on them, made an extraordinary combination, and one might have
fancied that the age of Gil Blas had returned in the nineteenth century.
For two days the Cathedral was possessed by this motley congregation;
then the prisoners were sent off in batches by train from Orleans, and
we were glad to get rid of them. Their destination, as usual, was over
the Rhine.
I met one of these convoys on their way to the station. They were
marched, or rather driven along, before half a dozen mounted troopers;
and when any straggled or fell behind, these put spurs to their chargers
and rode in amongst their captives, in some instances trampling them
under the horses' feet, and lashing them with their riding whips in the
most wanton manner. The sight was enough to make one's blood boil. Had
any one told me of such a thing, I should have received his statement
with caution, if not with distrust; but I relate that of which I was
myself an eye-witness. When I had cooled down a little, I consoled
myself with the idea that such was the treatment which these very
Germans received at the hands of their own officers and under-officers,
while going through their training and their drill, as I have already
testified from personal observation. They gave the French, therefore,
only what they had been treated to themselves.
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