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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"I made no answer, and I went out to tell my wife, who had just dressed
and was coming downstairs. She had heard what was said, and answered,
'Yes, we will obey, since the robbers have the power on their side.'
"That knave of a colonel could hear perfectly well; but it was no
matter to him: his business was to get what he wanted.
"My wife took him upstairs and showed him his bed. He looked
underneath it, into all the cupboards, the closet; then he opened the
two windows in the corner to see his men below at their posts; and then
he lay down.
"Until morning all was quiet.
"Then the others came back. The colonel listened to them; he
immediately sent some of the men who had stayed behind to Dosenheim, in
the direction of Saverne; and about a couple of hours after these same
hussars returned with the advanced guard of the army corps. The
colonel had ascertained that all the mountain passes were abandoned,
and that Lorraine might be entered without danger; that MacMahon and De
Failly had arrived in the open plain, and that there would be no battle
in our neighborhood."
This is all that Cousin George told me, smoking his pipe.
They had just thrown open the door which opens into the garden, to let
air into the kitchen, and we looked from our retreat upon all those
Germans with their helmets, their wet clothes, their strings of
vegetables, and their joints of meat under their arms. As fast as it
was cooked Marie Anne served out the broth, the meat, and the
vegetables to those who presented themselves with their basins; when
they went out, others came. Never could fresher meat be seen, and in
such quantities: one of their pieces would have sufficed four or five
Frenchmen.
How sad to think that our own men had suffered hunger in our own
country, both before and after the battle! How it makes the heart sink!
Without having said a word, George and I had thought the same thing,
for all at once he said: "Yes, those people have managed matters better
than we have. That meat is not from this country, since they have not
yet requisitioned the cattle. It has come by rail; I saw that this
morning on the arrival of the gun-carriages. They have also received
for the officers large puddings, bullocks' paunches stuffed with minced
meats, and other eatables that I am not acquainted with; only their
bread is black, but they seem to enjoy it. Their contractors don't
come from the clouds, like ours; they may not set rows of figures quite
so straight even as ours; but their soldiers get meat, bread, wine, and
coffee, whilst ours are starving, as we ourselves have seen. If they
had received half the rations of these men, the peasants of Mederbronn
would never have complained of them: they could still have fed the
unfortunate men upon their retreat."