The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes"
John Stuart Mill · en
Besides the battle of Coulmiers, he had learned many other things: the
organization of an army in the North under General Bourbaki; the march
of the Germans upon Dijon; the insurrection at Marseilles; the noble
declaration of Gambetta against those who were accusing him of throwing
the blame of our disasters upon the army, and not upon its chiefs; and
especially the declaration of Prince Gortschakoff "that the Emperor of
Russia refused to be bound any longer by the treaty which was to
restrain him from keeping in the Black Sea more than a certain number
of large ships of war."
The Englishman had marked red crosses down this article; and George
told me by and by that these red crosses meant something very serious.
The Englishman had a very fine horse in the stable; we went out
together to see it; it was a tall chestnut, able no doubt to run like a
deer.
If I tell you these particulars, it is because we have since seen many
more English people, both men and women, all very inquisitive, and who
put questions to us, just like this one; whether to write articles, or
for their own information, I know not.
George assured me that the article writers spared no expense to earn
their pay honorably; that they went great distances--hundreds of
leagues--going to the fountain-head; that they would have considered
themselves guilty of robbing their fellow-countrymen, if they invented
anything: which, besides, would very soon be discovered, and would
deprive them of all credit in England.
I believe it; and I only wish news-hunters of equal integrity for our
country. Instead of having newspapers full of long arguments, which
float before you like clouds, and out of which no one can extract the
least profit, we should get positive facts that would help us to clear
up our ideas: of which we are in great need.
So we thought we were rid of our Landwehr, when presently they
returned, having received counter orders, which seemed to us a very bad
sign.
George, who had just accompanied his Englishman back to Sarrebourg,
came into our house, and sat by the stove, deep in thought. He had
never seemed to me so sad; when I asked him if he had received any bad
news, he answered: "No, I have heard nothing new; but what has happened
shows plainly that the German army of Metz has arrived in time to
prevent our troops from raising the blockade of Paris after the victory
of Coulmiers."
And all at once his anger broke out against the Dumouriez and the
Pichegrus, men without genius, who were selling their country to serve
a false dynasty.
"A week or a fortnight more, and we should have been saved."
He smote the table with his fist, and seemed ready to cry. All at once
he went out, unable to contain himself any longer, and we saw him in
the moonlight cross the meadow behind and disappear into his house.
It was the middle of November; the frost grew more intense and hardened
the ground everywhere: every morning the trees were covered with
hoar-frost.