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but a memory to her and you .... wooden gabion, to make a kind and to all our comrades of the old of extempore embrasure through 23rd.'
which an additional field - piece His lips quivered and his eyes might be run. closed, as he said with something “As you are so fond of pot-firing,' of his old pleasant smile,
said Colonel Windham to the solI am going to heaven, I hope, diers, with some irritation at the Harry—if I have not done much temporary repulse, 'why the deuce good in the world, I have not done don't you shoot that Russian ?' much harm; and in Heaven I'll On looking through my fieldmeet with more red coats, I believe, glass, to my astonishment I disthan black ones .... and tell her covered that he was Tolstoff. ... tell Winny
Sergeant Rhuddlan of ours now What I was to tell her I never levelled his rifle over the bank of learned; his voice died away, and earth which protected the parallel, he never spoke again; for just as took a steady aim, and fired. the contest became fiercer between Tolstoff threw up his arms wildly, the French and the masses of Rus- and his sword glittered as it fell sians— temporarily released from from his hand. He then wheeled the Redan or drawn from the city round, and fell heavily backward
-his head fell over on one side, into the ditch—which was twenty and he expired.
feet broad and ten feet deep-dead; I closed his eyes, for there was at least, I never saw or heard of yet time to do so.
him again. Poor Phil Caradoc ! I looked Just as a glow of fierce exultasadly for a minute on the pale and tion, pardonable enough, perhaps, stiffening face of my old friend and at such a time (and remembering jovial chum, and saw how fast the all the circumstances under which expression of bodily pain passed this distinguished Muscovite and I away from the whitening forehead. had last met and parted), thrilled I could scarcely assure myself that through me, I experienced a terrihe was indeed gone, and so sud- ble shock-a shock that made me denly; that his once merry eyes reel and shudder, with a sensation and laughing lips would open never as if a hot iron had pierced my left again. Turning away, I prepared arm above the elbow. It hung once more for the assault, and then, powerless by my side, and then I for the first time, I perceived Lieu- felt my own blood trickling heavily tenants Dyneley and Somerville of over the points of my fingers ! ours lying near him; the former “Wounded ! My God,hit at last!' mortally wounded and in great was my first thought; and I lost pain, the latter quite dead.
much blood before I could get any My soul was full of a keen long- one, in that vile hurly-burly, to tie ing for vengeance, to grapple with my handkerchief as a temporary the foe once more, foot to foot and bandage round the limb to stanch face to face.
the flow. The blood was fairly up in all I was useless now, and worse our hearts; for the Russians had than useless, as I was suffering now relined their own breastworks, greatly, but I could not leave the where a tall officer in a gray capote parallel for the hospital huts, and made himself very conspicuous by remained there nearly till dusk fell. his example and exertions. He Before that, I had seen Caradoc was at last daring enough to step interred between the gabions; and over the rampart and tear down a there he lay in his hastily scooped grave, uncoffined and unknelled, his heart's dearest longings unful
CHAPTER LVI. filled, his brightest hopes and keen
A SUNDAY MORNING IN THE est aspirations crushed out like his
CRIMEA. young life; and the evanescent picture, the poor photo of the girl he I must have dropped asleep of had loved in vain, buried with him; sheer weariness and loss of blood, and when poor Phil was being co- when tottering to the rear; for on vered up I remembered his anec- waking I found the moon shining, dote about the dead officer, and and myself lying not far from the the letter that was replaced in his fifth parallel, which was now occubreast.
pied, like the rest of the trenches, by Well, my turn for such uncouth the kilted Highlanders, whose bare obsequies might come soon enough legs, and the word Egypt on their now.
appointments, formed a double
source of wonder to our Moslem In the affair of the Redan, if I allies, especially to the contingent mistake not, 146 officers and men that came from the Land of Bondof ours, the Welsh Fusileers, were age. These sturdy fellows were killed and wounded ; and every
chatting, laughing, and smoking, other regiment suffered in the same or quietly sleeping and waiting for proportion.
their turn of service against the The attack was to be renewed at Redan in the dark hours of the five in the morning by the Guards morning. and Highlanders, under Lord Clyde I had lain long in a kind of of gallant memory, then Sir Colin dreamy agony. Like many who Campbell ; but on their approach- were in the Redan and in the ditch ing, it was found that the Russians around it, I had murmured 'water, had spiked their guns, and bolted water,' often and vainly. The loss by the bridge of boats, leaving Se- of Estelle or of Valerie, for times bastopol one sheet of living fire. there were when my mind wander
Fort after fort was blown into the ed to the former now, the love of air, each with a shock as if the solid dear friends, the death of comearth were being split asunder. The rades, honour, glory, danger from sky was filled with live shells, which pillaging Russians or Tartars, all burst there like thousands of scarlet emotions, in fact, were merged or rockets, and thus showers of iron swallowed up in the terrible agony fell in every direction. Columns I endured in my shattered arm, and of dark smoke, that seemed to prop the still more consuming craving
the still more cor heaven itself, rose above the city, for something wherewith to moisten while its defenders in thousands, my cracked lips and parched throat. without beat of drum or sound of Poor Phil Caradoc had perhaps trumpet, poured away by the bridge endured this before me, while his of boats.
heart and soul were full of Winifred When the last fugitive had pass- Lloyd; but Phil, God rest him I was ed, the chains were cut, and then at peace now, and slept as sound the mighty pontoon, a quarter of a in his uncouth grave as if laid under mile in length, swung heavily over marble in Westminster Abbey. to the north side, when we were in
In myuneasy slumber I had been full possession of Sebastopol !
conscious of this sensation of thirst, and had visions of champagne goblets, foaming and iced ; of humble bitter beer and murmuring water;
of gurgling brooks that flowed over wife, to the little cots where their brown pebbles, and under long. children lay abed-little ones, the bladed grass and burdocks in leafy memory of whose waxen faces and dingles; of Llyn Tegid deep and pink hands then filled his heart blue; of the marble fountain with with tears; how many a resolution the lilies and golden fish at Craiga- for prayer and repentance if spared deryn. Then with this idea the by God; how many a pious invovoice of Winifred Lloyd came plea- cation; how many a fierce resolusantly to my ear; her white fingers tion to meet the worst, and die like played with the sparkling water, a man and a soldier, had gone up she raised some to my lips, but the from that hell upon earth, the Re-. cup fell to pieces, and starting, I dan—the fatal Redan, which we awoke to find a tall Highlander of should never have attacked, but the Black Watch bending over me, should have aided the French in and on my imploring him to get me the capture of the Malakoff, after some water, he placed his wooden which it must inevitably have fallen canteen to my lips, and I drank soon, if not at once ! of the contents, weak rum-grog, Many of our officers were aftergreedily and thankfully.
wards found therein, each with a It seemed strange to me that I hand clutching a dead Russian's should dream of Winifred there and throat, or coat, or belt, their fingers then ; but no doubt the last words stiffened in death — man grasping of Caradoc had led me to think of man in a fierce and last embrace. her.
Among others that stately and handIt is only when waking after long some fellow, Raymond Mostyn of weariness of the body, and over the Rifles, and an officer of the tension of the nerves, the result of Vladimir regiment were thus locksuch keen excitement as we had ed together, the same grape-shot undergone since yesterday morning, having killed them both. Some of that the full extremity of exhaustion our slain soldiers were yet actually and fatigue can be felt, as I felt clinging to the parapet and slope them then. Add to these, that my of the glacis, as if still alive, thus shattered arm had bled profusely, showing the reluctance with which and was still undressed.
they had retired—the desperation Staggering up, I looked around with which they died. me. The moon was shining, and In every imaginable position of flakes of her silver light streamed agony, of distortion and bloody through the now silent embrasures mutilation, they lay, heads crushed of the Redan, silent save for the and faces battered, eyes starting groans of the dying within it. There from their sockets, and swollen and in the ditch the dead lay as tongues protruding; and on that terthick as sheaves in a harvest-field rible scene the pale moon, 'sweet -as thick as the Greeks at Troy regent of the sky,' the innocent lay under the arrows of Apollo. queen of night, as another poet
How many a man was lying calls her, looked softly down in her there, mutilated almost out of the glory, as the same moon in Engsemblance of humanity, whose land far away was looking on the thoughts, when the death shot stubble-fields whence the golden struck him down, or the sharp grain had been gathered, on peacebayonet pierced him, had flashed ful homesteads, old church steeples home, quicker than the electric tele- and quiet cottage roofs, on the graph, yea, quicker than light, to ruddy furnaces of the Black counhis parents' hearth, to his lonely try, on peace and plenty, and
where war was unknown,' save by “Is his wound mortal ?" name.
“Yes—brain lacerated. By Jove! She glinted on broken and aban- here is an officer of the 23rd ! doned weapons; she silvered the “Well, he must wait a little.' upturned faces of the dead-kiss- So I sighed, and seated myself ing them, as it were, for many a on a stone, and clenched my teeth loving one who should see them to control the agony I was enduring. no more; and gemming as if with The men who lay about us, with diamonds the dewy grass and the pale wobegone visages and lackautumnal wild-flowers; and there lustre eyes, belonged chiefly to the too, amid that horrible débris, were Light Division, but among them I the little birds—the goldfinch, the saw, to my surprise, a Russian hustit, and the sparrow-hopping and sar lying dead, with the blood dry twittering about, too terrified to and crusted on his pale blue and seek their nests, scared as they yellow-braided dolman. How he were by the uproar of the day that came to be there, I had not the was past.
curiosity to inquire. A mere bunI felt sick at heart and crushed dle of gory rags, he seemed; for a in spirit now.
cannon-shot had doubled him up, In the immediate foreground the and now his Tartar horse stood moonlight glinted on the tossing over him, eyeing him wildly, and dark plumes, the picturesque cos- sniffing as if in wonder about his tume, and bright bayonets of the bearded face and fallen jaw. Highlanders in the trenches. In the The Zouave referred to was a distance was the town; its ports, noisy and loquacious fellow, notarsenals, barracks, theatres, palaces, withstanding his perilous predicachurches, and streets sheeted with ment. He had strayed hither someroaring flames, that lighted up all how from the Malakoff, and was the roadstead, where, one after the mortally wounded, as the surgeon other, the Russian ships were dis said, and dying. A tiny plaster appearing beneath the waves, in image of the blessed Virgin lay bethat lurid glare which tipped with fore him; he was praying intently a fiery gleam the white walls and at times, but being fatuous, he spiked cannon of the now aban- wildly and oddly mingled with his doned forts.
orisons the name of a certain MaI began to creep back towards demoiselle Aurélie, a fleuriste, with the camp in search of surgical aid, whom he imagined himself in the and on the way, came to a place second gallery of the Théâtre Franwhere, with their uniforms off, their çais, or supping at the Barrière de shirt-sleeves rolled up, their boxes l'Etoile ; anon he imagined they of instruments open, lint and band were on the Boulevards, or in a ages ready, three officers of the café chantant; and then as his medical staff were busy upon a mind-or what remained of itgroup of wounded men, who sat or seemed to revert to the events of lay near, waiting their turn, some the day, he drew his 'cabbage-cutimpatiently, some with passive en- ter,' as the French call their sworddurance, but all more or less in bayonet, and brandished it, crying, pain, as their moans and sighs de- Cut and hew, strike, mes camaclared.
rades — frappez vite et frappez ‘Don't bother about that Zouave, forte ! Vive la France ! Vive l'EmGage,' I heard one Æsculapius say, pereur ! as I came near, “I have overhauled This was the last effort; a gush him already.'
of fresh blood poured into his eyes, and the poor Zouave was soon cold After ripping up the sleeve of my and stiff.
uniform, and having a brief examIn a kind of stupor I sat there ination, which caused me such and watched by moon and lantern bitter agony that I could no longer light the hasty operations : bullets stand, but lay on the grass, he said, probed for and snipped out by for- 'Sorry to tell you, that yours is ceps, while the patients writhed and a compound fracture of the most yelled; legs and arms dressed or serious kind.' cut off like branches lopped from a "Is it reducible?' I asked in a tree, and chucked into a heap for low voice. interment. I shuddered with ap “No; I regret to say that your prehensive foreboding of what might arm must come off.' ensue when my own turn came, "My arm— must I lose it?' I and heard, as in a dream, the three asked, feeling keener anguish with surgeons talking with the most the unwelcome announcement. placid coolness about their little 'Yes; and without delay,' he rebits of practice.
plied, stooping towards his instruJones, please,' said one, a veryment case. young staff medico, 'will you kindly I cannot spare it-I must have take off this fellow's leg for me? some other-excuse me, sir-some I have ripped up his trousers and older advice,' I exclaimed passionapplied the tourniquet-he is quite ately. ready,
"As you please, sir,' replied the • But must it come off?' asked staff-surgeon coolly ; 'but we have Jones, who was patching up a no time to spare here, either for bullet-hole with lint.
opposition or indecision. Yes; gun-shot fracture of the The other two glanced at my knee-joint,-patella totally gone. arm, poked it, felt it as if it had
Why don't you do it yourself, been that of a lay figure in a studio, my good fellow ?' asked the third, and supported the opinion of their who, with an ivory-handled saw be brother of the knife. But the protween his teeth, was preparing to spect of being mutilated, armless, operate on the fore-arm of a 19th for life, and all the pleasures of man, whose groans were terrible. which such a fate must deprive me, Gage, did you never amputate ? seemed so terrible, that I resolved • Never on the living subject. to seek for other advice at the hosOn a dead one then, surely ? pital tents, and towards them I took Often- of course.'
my way, enduring such pain of By Jove, you can't begin too body and misery of mind that on soon-so why not now?'
reaching them I should have sunk, 'I am too nervous-do it for me.' had brandy not been instantly given
'In one minute; but only this to me by an orderly. once, remember. Now give me It was Sunday morning now, and your knife for the flap; and look the gray light of the September to that officer of the Welsh Fusi- dawn was stealing over the waters leers—his left arm is wounded.' of the Euxine, and up the valley of
So while Dr. Jones, whom the Inkermann. The fragrant odour haggard eyes of the man whose of the wild thyme came pleasantly limb was doomed, watched with a on the breeze; but now the rain terrible expression of anxiety, ap- was falling heavily, as it generally plied himself to the task of ampu- does after an action-firing puts tation, the younger doctor, a hand down the wind, and so the rain fresh from London, came to me. comes; but to me then it was like