The Prussian Terror. Alexandre Dumas

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      Published by Good Press, 2019

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Table of Contents

       INTRODUCTION

       THE PRUSSIAN TERROR

       BERLIN

       IN WHICH BISMARCK EMERGES FROM AN IMPOSSIBLE POSITION

       A SPORTSMAN AND A SPANIEL

       BENEDICT TURPIN

       KAULBACH'S STUDIO

       THE CHALLENGE

       THE TWO DUELS

       "WHAT WAS WRITTEN IN A KING'S HAND"

       BARON FREDERIC VON BÜLOW

       HELEN

       COUNT KARL VON FREYBERG

       THE GRANDMOTHER

       FRANKFORT-ON-MAIN

       THE DEPARTURE

       AUSTRIANS AND PRUSSIANS

       THE DECLARATION OF WAR

       THE BATTLE OF LANGENSALZA

       IN WHICH BENEDICT'S PREDICTION CONTINUES TO BE FULFILLED

       WHAT PASSED AT FRANKFORT BETWEEN THE BATTLES OF LANGENSALZA AND SADOWA

       THE FREE MEAL

       THE BATTLE OF ASCHAFFENBURG

       THE EXECUTOR

       FRISK

       THE WOUNDED MAN

       THE PRUSSIANS AT FRANKFORT

       GENERAL MANTEUFFEL'S THREATS

       GENERAL STURM

       THE BREAKING OF THE STORM

       THE BURGOMASTER

       QUEEN AUGUSTA

       THE TWO PROCESSIONS

       THE TRANSFUSION OF BLOOD.

       THE MARRIAGE IN EXTREMIS

       "WAIT AND SEE"

       CONCLUSION

       EPILOGUE

INTRODUCTION

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      "The enemy passed beneath our window and then out of view. A moment afterwards we heard the sound as it were of a hurricane; the house trembled to the gallop of horses. At the end of the street the enemy had been charged by our cavalry; and, not knowing our small numbers, they were returning at full speed hotly pursued by our men. Pell-mell they all passed by—a whirlwind of smoke and noise. Our soldiers fired and slashed away, the enemy on their side fired as they fled. Two or three bullets struck the house, one of them shattering a bar of the window-shutter through which I was looking on. The spectacle was at once magnificent and terrible. Pursued too closely the enemy had decided to face about, and there, twenty paces from us, was going on a combat life for life. I saw five or six of the enemy fall, and two or three of our men. Then, defeated after a ten minutes' struggle, the enemy trusted themselves again to the swiftness of their horses, and cleared off at full gallop. The pursuit recommenced, the whirlwind resumed its course, leaving, before it disappeared, three or four men strewn on the pavement. Suddenly we heard the drum beating to the charge. It was our hundred infantry soldiers who were coming up in their turn. They marched with fixed bayonets and disappeared at the bend of the road. Five minutes later we heard a sharp platoon firing. Then we saw our hussars reappearing, driven by five or six hundred cavalry; they reappeared the pursued, as they had started the pursuers. Amid this second tempest of men it was impossible to see or distinguish anything; only, when it was past, three or four dead bodies more lay stretched on the ground."

      The boy who saw these scenes, to record them in his Memoirs many years later, was living with his mother at Villers-Cotterets, on the Soissons road in the Aisne, where fierce fighting between our little army and our allies the French on the one hand, and the Germans on the other, is taking place as these lines are being written. The time was 1814. Napoleon had retreated from Moscow and had lost the battle of Leipzig, and the Russians, Prussians, and Austrians in alliance were gradually closing in on France. All confidence in Napoleon's star had disappeared. Every hour was bringing the roar of cannon nearer to Paris: in a few days the Allies were to enter it and Napoleon to sign the decree of abdication and leave for Elba.

      The name of the boy was Alexandre Dumas. His mother had filled her cellar with furniture, bedding, and household goods, and had then had a new plank floor made for the room above, so that treasure seekers might look in vain, and had buried her little store of money in a box in the middle of the garden. She was as much in terror of Napoleon as she was of the Prussian and Russian troops. If her own countrymen, the French, were beaten, she and her son might be killed, but if Napoleon was victorious he would want her son as a soldier. Now Alexandre was twelve and conscription began at sixteen.

      The boy's father, General Alexandre Dumas, was dead, and as on account of his republican principles the First Consul had disgraced, exiled, and ruined him, so by the Emperor the widow and her son were disowned, forgotten and left to starve. In spite of this Madame Dumas's neighbours called her a Bonapartist, her husband having fought under Bonaparte, and the term Bonapartist was one which was presently to amount to an accusation as Louis XVIII neared the throne.

      The enemy seen by the boy fighting in the street were Prussians—Prussians long expected by his mother, who had made three successive enormous dishes of haricot mutton for their pacification. Although young Alexandre had partaken of the mutton and thought very little of the threatened danger before it occurred, he never forgot the sudden Prussian inroad and the dead СКАЧАТЬ