The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes" — John Stuart Mill — John Shaqi
The Plébiscite; or, A Miller's Story of the War: By One of the 7,500,000 Who Voted "Yes"
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But the worst of it was when my wife, having learned from Michel the
proclamations in the town, went up into our bacon stores, to send a few
provisions to Jacob; and she perceived our two best hams were missing,
with a pig's cheek, and some sausages which had been smoked weeks.
Then you should have seen her flying down the stairs, declaring that
the house was full of thieves; that there was no trusting anybody; and
Gredel, crying louder than she, that surely Frantz, that thief of a
Badener, had made off with them. But mother had visited the bacon-room
a couple of days after Frantz had left; she had seen that everything
was straight; and her wrath redoubled.
Then said Gredel that perhaps Jacob, before leaving home, had put the
hams into his bag with all the rest; but mother screamed, "It is a
falsehood! I should have seen it. Jacob has never taken anything
without asking for it. He is an honest lad."
The clatter of the mill was music compared to this uproar: I could have
wished to take to flight.
About seven my cousin came back upon his char-a-banc. He was returning
from Alsace; and I immediately ran into his house to hear what news he
had. George, in his large parlor, was pulling off his boots and
putting on his blouse when I entered.
"Is that you, Christian?" said he. "Is your money safe?"
"Yes."
"Very well. I have just heard fine news at Bouxviller. Our affairs
are in splendid order! We have famous generals! Oh, yes! here is
rather a queer beginning; and, if matters go on in this way, we shall
come to a remarkable end."
His wife, Marie Anne, was coming in from the kitchen: she set upon the
table a leg of mutton, bread, and wine. George sat down, and whilst
eating, told me that two regiments of the line, a regiment of Turcos, a
battalion of light infantry, and a regiment of light horse, with three
guns, had been posted in advance of Wissembourg, and that they were
there quietly bathing in the Lauter, and washing their clothes, right
in front of fifty thousand Germans, hidden in the woods; not to mention
eighty thousand more on our right, who were only waiting for a good
opportunity to cross the Rhine. They had been posted, as it were, in
the very jaws of a wolf, which had only to give a snap to catch them,
every one--and this had not failed to take place!
The Germans had surprised our small army corps the morning before;
fierce encounters had taken place in the vines around Wissembourg; our
men were short of artillery; the Turcos, the light-armed men, and the
line had fought like lions, one to six: they had even taken eight guns
in the beginning of the action; but German supports coming up in heavy
masses had at last cut them to pieces; they had bombarded Wissembourg,
and set fire to the town; only a few of our men had been able to
retreat to the cover of the woods of Bitche going up the Vosse. It was
said that a general had been killed, and that villages were lying in
ruins.