The daily exchange. [volume] (Baltimore, Md.) 1858-1861, 1859-06-23

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"These are not the only ones" shouts Pied
! montese horseman.
We question those whom we meet with that fever
ish anxiety which the sound of cannon excites and
| go further. Soldiers with their sabres cut away
| the branches which interfere with the telegraph
wires, and plant the poles which are to put Novara
| in communication with Vercelh. When the road
! is too much crowded the artillery wagons borrow
| space from the neighboring fields. r
Soldiers are taking their siesta under the muber-
ry trees; the cOppers of the battalion are smoking
in the fields. The butchers of the regiment
! killing the beeves in the hay fields.
The other day bullets were whistling all about
| here. We pass Torrione, which was for little
while the headquarters of the King. The house
where the King stopped is in a of the village.
fhe hoors are knotty, the door low; the bed has
| calico curtains
We come to Palestro, where the fight was yester-
! day. The houses are riddled with balls these
| fences broken down in hundred places, these gar
% dens trampled up; these trees, with many
branches broken, all tell you that here the fight was
bitter, The ground was gained inch by inch
Naked steel opened way into the village. But al
ready the peasantry are at their work; hens are
cluckng along the hedges; children are picking
! up balls and examining them curiously. The dead
are buried. But the moist earth still Yields to the
tread.
1t is almost impossible to 90 further We must
return to Vercelli. The advanced posts are
| league on.
The 1Ith battalion of the Chasseur de vincennes
which was Just now boiling its coffee at the bridge
! over the Sesia, files by with lively STEP 1t will
meet white uniforms before morning.
sound of galloping horses on the main road,
and we turn our heads. 1t is the Emperor who has
| been visiting the field of battle
The trestie-bridge bends under the weight of men,
horses and carriages The list and I'D are in line
OF march. They open to let the returning ambu-
| lances pass. .- .I
Vercelli is a camp Every house has its little
garrison every room of the hotel its two or three
beds There are four of us who use the same door
tthe hote del Trore. Two of us sleep in our
| clothes on the floor and we take turns. Those sy-
barites who want water are at liberty to draw il in
the court. The noise is Internal. Every BODY shouts
continually. The table is always set and every
body is hungry. We snatch up glass and bit of
lery, cavalry, staff officers all arms ali grades in
| wade the dining room. There is nothing more than
the cloth, and nothing on the cloth. Sometimes
| we get salad. -
The other day the master of the establishment
and his walters, Hurried, and not knowing what to
| do. amid storm Of cries, raised their arms to
heaven and fell groaning into chairs. They gave
| out
This dinner, this vague, chimerical dinner, we
| paw for it'll
At nght-fall we wander about in this picturesque
! town. Here is the Piazza del Mercanti An OBJ
| long surrounded by arcades but not with the i'm
! placable regularity of Turin.
We see the cathedral with its long brick belfries
| crowned with Roman arcades. Red on a green
! background. Two ranges of old trees indicate the
| palace of the Bishopric where the Emperor is
! Groups OF envlous spectators wait there-offcers
| go and come. Palaces open their wide doors re-
vealing broad courts and aerial terraces on colon
nades Roses climb along the stones.
The streets bend and turn capriciously and Curl
| Gus balconies command them.
But IN one OF them two great white oxen block
our path yoked to cart which creaks on its axle
| 1t Is the head OF convoy of wounded Austrians
| Let us go.
Further on in another cart you hear the rattlinr
of arms and see their flashing. 1t is a heavy load
muskets gathered at Paestro and Confenza, most
| ly bent and broken. These Austrian arms;
recognize carblne OF one of our chasseurs. Most
| of them bloody.
The guard has left Vercelli. To-day they say,
the grand strategic movement is to be Effected
There is to be an attack on three points. We are
masters of Robbie; look at the map; that is not far
| from Mortara.
Six hundred prisoners were taken this morning
TO Genoa. Many OF them, who are Lombards, told
| me that they laid down their arms Voluntarily
| MANY OF their comrades have been killed 5y the
| Croats. The officers who took their coffee at the
railroad did not appear to be very downhearted
Their brigade, which belonged to the corps darnnee
of Prince Lichtensten had not eaten for two days
The soldiers threw themselves upon the bread which
was given them, the lsraeites did upon the mama
| in the desert. ...r
Some of the officers-I believe a major among
them-were received yesterday, and dined at the
| Imperial palace.
Two Captains Tam told, are going to Turin, where
they will enlist volunteers; they are Lombards
If have time l will give You some additional
details of the battles of the 30th and 3lst of
May.
In the attacks on Paestro, Ciadni's soldiers
were opposed to the regiments of Wimpfen and
Leopold, 1t happened that one of these regiments
was Just relieving the other. You know that the
villages of Palestro, Vinzaglio and Casalino were
occupied by CialdinTs division, aided BY detached
regiments of Fanti and Durando's divisions
| The next day yesterday the divisions of Leila
and Jeachich, (brother of the late ban of Croatia
belonging to the I'd and 5th corps darnaee attemp-
| t ed to retake these positions.
| nsadf ffooI Al l..
and center. The Sd Zouaves on the left taught the
enemy what French bayOnets could do.
The Austrians in their flight lost or 600 men
! drowned in crossing rapid brook in their rear
! One incident will give you an idea of the impet-
| uOsity of our Africans.
! Six out of the eight guns taken were loaded
The artilerymen had been killed before they could
! light the fuses.
The King, whom one Zouave Col Chabron had
great difficulty in restraining, was greeted bv the
accamations of our soldiers when he passed along
the regiment.
1t is one o'clock-the rumor flies that the enemv
has abandoned Novara and Mortara.
The Emperor leaves this morning for Novara
his next headquarters.
You that we are getting on toward Milan
We are more and more certain that the Army of
Independence will make its entry on Sunday
NOvARA, June 2.-Ths morning, On the road
from Vercelli, heard cannon distinctly in the di
rection of Casildo.
The name of Novara is one of those which is most
closely knit with the history ofmodern times. The
first campaign OF Piedmont, the first effort of Italy
towards independence, had its grave on the plans
near by. There has been a long sience-a silence
OF ten years-and this question is renewed; but this
time an Empire has raised it, and it is be solved
| by Grand Army.
! ! can hardly get rid of strange, indefinable
feeling at the thought that these streets were
| only yesterday-24 hours ago-patrolled by Aus
| trians. How many orders of the day. how MANY
pI oc amations dated Novara, and signed Gyulai!
| To-day the headquarters of the French army is
here Our sole iers can march to the Ticino in two
hours. 1t is but march to Lombardy.
Just as was closing my letter yesterday, the
Marshal paraguay d'Hilliers' corps darmee entered
Vercei Gen. Forey's regiments-the 9Sth, 9lst,
84th and 74th, and the 18th battalion of Chasseurs
1 de Vincennes-were camping at the gates of the
town; their numbers recalled the glorious deeds of
| Montebello. The Turcos looking about for
| cafes. What strange forms, what faces for pain
| ter! The Kabyles with slender, wrv limbs; the
Arabs with sharp beard and swarthy face; yigor-
Gus negroes, with prominent muscles Saharans,
more supple than panthers, were looking for the
| Zouaves they had seen at Genoa, and laughing
showing their white teeth. The gutteral sounds Of
| the Arabec stood out from the melodious and ca
denced utterance of the Italians; the women stood
at their doors, staring at these strange men, child
rem hid themselves in the shadow of Corridors
| And what odd co stumes! A Moor had a red shawl
wound round his loins, and his legs naked from the
knee to the ankle; superb but SCARED negro
coquettishly yellow fouard the fringes of which
hung over his ebony forehead.
All these troops | found this morning in march
| lOT N0NdTa lnlS Infantry Wnlcn n0thlng WearleS,
neither rain, nor sun, performs its miracles every
| day. ..- ...-. ....... .....-1 ~.
1t is not often that the tourist has occasion
| to follow army in it's rapid evoutions. For nv
part confess that this is the first time with me.
| Yesterday there were carriages in Vercelli;
everything that had the form of vehicle, every
thing that was hung, hitched, fastened to two
wheels, had been taken for the use of the army
! A poor horse hitched to a wheebarrow would have
| been magnificent carriage. 1t seemed as if
whole people were emigrating. .
The movement had commenced in the evening
had lasted all night still lasted. Regiments follow
| ed regiments; squadrons, caissons, wagons, filed
! the road so that goat could not have crossed it.
| From Verceli to Novara it was like an immense
| serpent.
| Under these circumstances rare it is true it is
| that wishes he had sabre by his side and
| to take his place in this procession of bayonets
| Not because they move fast, but one wants the
right, or at least the possibility of going with the
| rest. r . ...
| Providence, in the guise of a staff officer, gave
me place in the column.
| The country on the road is like that from Santha
to Vercelli, rice plantations everywhere inundated
| and very green, cut up by shallow bitches and
| thick hedges But the image of war is over all
| The bridges are broken; they are only impediments
In the rvers the bivouacs have trampled the oraip
| redoubts show their glacis at every turn OF the
road; the farm houses looped-hoes; horses still
saddled lie dead in the ditches
AT last, alter four hours march, sometimes sad
dened by the sight of these ravages sometimes en-
| liyened by the refrain of a song, we enter Nova
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