the French company delivered a deadly volley, and the next moment clash the two forces crossed bayonets, and a silent deadly stabbing match was played: the final result of which was inevitable.The Prussians were five to one.The gallant officer and the poor fellows who did their duty so stoutly, had no thought left but to die hard, when suddenly a roaring cheer seemed to come from the rear rank of the enemy."France! France!" Half the 24th brigade came leaping and swarming over the trenches in the Prussian rear.The Prussians wavered."France!" cried the little party that were being overpowered, and charged in their turn with such fury that in two seconds the two French corps went through the enemy's centre like paper, and their very bayonets clashed together in more than one Prussian body.
Broken thus in two fragments the Prussian corps ceased to exist as a military force.The men fled each his own way back to the fort, and many flung away their muskets, for French soldiers were swarming in from all quarters.At this moment, bang! bang! bang! from the bastion.
"They are firing on my brigade," said our colonel."Who has led his company there against my orders? Captain Neville, into the battery, and fire twenty rounds at the bastion! Aim at the flashes from their middle tier.""Yes, colonel."
The battery opened with all its guns on the bastion.The right attack followed suit.The town answered, and a furious cannonade roared and blazed all down both lines till daybreak.Hell seemed broken loose.
Captain Jullien had followed the flying foe: but could not come up with them: and, as the enemy had prepared for every contingency, the fatal bastion, after first throwing a rocket or two to discover their position, poured showers of grape into them, killed many, and would have killed more but that Captain Neville and his gunners happened by mere accident to dismount one gun and to kill a couple of gunners at the others.This gave the remains of the company time to disperse and run back.When the men were mustered, Captain Jullien and twenty-five of his company did not answer to their names.At daybreak they were visible from the trenches lying all by themselves within eighty yards of the bastion.
A flag of truce came from the fort: the dead were removed on both sides and buried.Some Prussian officers strolled into the French lines.Civilities and cigars exchanged: "Bon jour," "Gooten daeg:"then at it again, ding dong all down the line blazing and roaring.
At twelve o'clock the besieged had got a man on horseback, on top of a hill, with colored flags in his hand, ****** signals.
"What are you up to now?" inquired Dard.
"You will see," said La Croix, affecting mystery; he knew no more than the other.
Presently off went Long Tom on the top of the bastion, and the shot came roaring over the heads of the speakers.
The flags were changed, and off went Long Tom again at an elevation.
Ten seconds had scarcely elapsed when a tremendous explosion took place on the French right.Long Tom was throwing red-hot shot; one had fallen on a powder wagon, and blown it to pieces, and killed two poor fellows and a horse, and turned an artillery man at some distance into a seeming nigger, but did him no great harm; only took him three days to get the powder out of his clothes with pipe clay, and off his face with raw potato-peel.
When the tumbril exploded, the Prussians could be heard to cheer, and they turned to and fired every iron spout they owned.Long Tom worked all day.
They got into a corner where the guns of the battery could not hit them or him, and there was his long muzzle looking towards the sky, and sending half a hundredweight of iron up into the clouds, and plunging down a mile off into the French lines.
And, at every shot, the man on horseback made signals to let the gunners know where the shot fell.
At last, about four in the afternoon, they threw a forty-eight-pound shot slap into the commander-in-chief's tent, a mile and a half behind trenches.
Down comes a glittering aide-de-camp as hard as he can gallop.
"Colonel Dujardin, what are you about, sir? YOUR BASTION has thrown a round shot into the commander-in-chief's tent."The colonel did not appear so staggered as the aide-de-camp expected.
"Ah, indeed!" said he quietly."I observed they were trying distances.""Must not happen again, colonel.You must drive them from the gun.""How?"
"Why, where is the difficulty?"
"If you will do me the honor to step into the battery, I will show you," said the colonel.
"If you please," said the aide-de-camp stiffly.
Colonel Dujardin took him to the parapet, and began, in a calm, painstaking way, to show him how and why none of his guns could be brought to bear upon Long Tom.
In the middle of the explanation a melodious sound was heard in the air above them, like a swarm of Brobdingnag bees.
"What is that?" inquired the aide-de-camp.
"What? I see nothing."
"That humming noise."
"Oh, that? Prussian bullets.Ah, by-the-by, it is a compliment to your uniform, monsieur; they take you for some one of importance.
Well, as I was observing"--
"Your explanation is sufficient, colonel; let us get out of this.
Ha, ha! you are a cool hand, colonel, I must say.But your battery is a warm place enough: I shall report it so at headquarters."The grim colonel relaxed.
"Captain," said he politely, "you shall not have ridden to my post in vain.Will you lend me your horse for ten minutes?""Certainly; and I will inspect your trenches meantime.""Do so; oblige me by avoiding that angle; it is exposed, and the enemy have got the range to an inch."Colonel Dujardin slipped into his quarters; off with his half-dress jacket and his dirty boots, and presently out he came full fig, glittering brighter than the other, with one French and two foreign orders shining on his breast, mounted the aide-de-camp's horse, and away full pelt.
