The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes"
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Besides, it is perfectly evident the Lorrainers and the Alsacians are a
bold, brave nation; and all the fine words in the world will not make
them forget the treatment they have suffered, after being surprised
defenceless. They would reproach themselves as cowards, did they cease
to hope for their revenge. I, Christian Weber, declare this, and no
honest man can blame me for it. Abject wretches alone accept injustice
as a final dispensation; and we have ever God over us all, who forbids
us to believe that murder, fire, and robbery may and ought to prevail
over right and conscience.
Let us return to our story.
Cousin George had seen in the Englishman's newspapers that the
circulation of the _Independance Belge_ and the _Journal de Geneve_ had
doubled and trebled since the commencement of the war, because they
filled the place of all the other journals which used to be received
from Paris; and without loss of time he had written to Brussels to
subscribe.
The first week, having received no answer, he had sent the money in
Prussian notes in a second letter; for we had at that time only
Prussian thalers in paper, with which the Landwehr paid us for whatever
they did not take by force. We had no great confidence in this paper,
but it was worth the trial.
The newspaper arrived. It was the first we had seen for four months,
and any one may understand the joy with which George came to tell me
this good news.
Every evening from that time I went to hear the newspapers read at
Cousin George's. We could hardly understand anything at first, for at
every line we met with new names. Chanzy had the chief command upon
the Loire, Faidherbe in the north. And these two men, without any
soldiers besides Mobiles and volunteers, held the open country. They
even gained considerable advantages over an enemy that far outnumbered
them; whilst the marshals of the Empire had suffered themselves to be
vanquished and annihilated in three weeks, with our best troops.
This shows that, in victories, generals have no more than half the
credit.
Of all the old generals, Bourbaki was the only one left.
As for Garibaldi, we knew him, and we could tell by the restless
movements of our Landwehr that he was approaching our mountains about
Belfort. He was the hope of our country: all our young men were going
to join him.