The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1863-11-24

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bad beheld that army pass her cottage.
Shc dsscr.bel Napoleon as sitting on
ber small table alternately consulting
his maps and cutting huge slices from
4 loaf HAT lay on tie table. An bis
marshaIls were roued him. aud all day
! tbe troops moved past the doorway in
dusty columns. The country girls
were peeping 10 at The window, 70
catch glimpse u tie Emperor.
~Nhy DO YOU look at me r be said.
( good.nalurediy to one Of the pretllest,
/ chucking her under the chin As he
spoke. II am 4 aor little fellow. -
Look al these iine tall fellows" (point
\ ing 10 Dayoul and M0ratl The old
woman that told me this, had head
that kept noddiug with the palsy
aud il took one year back 10 fancy her
young. graceful and pretty. But
that little story recalled TO my mind
how our anny looked when We arriv-
At Gjai, just before the affair at Boro-
dino.
/ We al know what happened then.
The Emperor rose at three iW the
morning, called for a glass OF punch,
sent Rapp Tor the reports. and trans
acted business with Berthier till FIVE ;
then mounted on horseback, and ord
erred the drums to beat and the trump
cts TO sound. 1T is the enthusiasm
of BnslerItz," he said, as he rode for
ward, and the troops began TO cheer.
We lost ten thousand men--the Rus
slams fifteen thousand. But few
days after, the Russians retreated,
and we advanced straight on Moscow.
daresay you have read dozen
times about this famous battle but |
cannot resist--pardon an old soldier
briefly reminding you of its chief
points. The Russians were in strong
position, strengthened by field works /;
their right flank rested on an intrench-
ed wood a brook. running through a
deep rayine, Covered their right wing I;
from the village Of Borolino the left
extended 10 Lemon -koie, another vii.
l,ge protected by rayines and thlcliets,
10 front, secured By redoubs and bat
icrips while ia tie center, on an ele-
yation, rose a double battery, that coui-
minded the whole line.
Ddvoul wanted TO turn their left;
bat Napoleon hought the plan too
dangerous. Puuiatowski, therefore
attacked their right and centre !;
while Ney tried 10 Storm tie rcdoubt
ia the centre and Prince Eugene
broke into Lemonskpie. IfNapoiron
had brought up his reserve Of the
Young Guard, the Russian retreat
would have been rout; aud il Da-
yout had got in their rrar, kGtosow
i5ould ha been unable 10 have re-
treated on the capitol.
.Ha toi +! lilo e peasants in the gray
frochs, encouraged by their bearded
pliesis. with their painted images,
fought like Turks, aud would take or
give no quarter. With nearly twen-
~ thousand men wounded, and thirty
generals hor> da comJdt, You may i'm
agiue tia, | had busy time OF it the
day after the battle. was the chief
doctor in the great convent of kolot-
stoi, where our wounded were brought.
We had no lint or anything, and our
fussars h 4 TO scour the country for
linen and beds. wa' up to my waist
N legs aud arms and al night, when
| went out to take breath of fresh
air, as tired as any butcher on market
day, the groans from that great build
ing rose as from dying giant.
On the night of the llth, Napole-
on being uncertain whether the Rus
slams had taken the road TO Moscow
or KaI5uga, was informed by Jewish
spies that kutusow had really fallen
back on the capitol. The next morn
ing we were toadyance on Krymskoie.
We were all IN high spirits even the
poor wounded cheered family when !
reported the news in the hospital.
That same night, as | was walking
round the bisouc fires. just TO observe
how the soldiers took the news, !
came upon singular group near
clump Of frs, at the east end Of the
convent garden. There was Krautz-
er, whom knew perfectly BY sight,
and jew spy, tgrmenting an old Rus
sian peasant, who knelt before them.
They had each got a lighted brand,
and were, suppose, going 10 torture
him into some sort OF confession. Two
or three soldiers, in their bear-skin
caps and gray great.coats, were lean
iag on their muskets. and laughing as
they watched them. The jew was
lean. haggard man, with dry, thin,
wrinkled face, and wilhered eyes,
that looked like dried currauts. AS
he stood there in his greasy caftan
and dirty boots. drawn over his trow-
sers, ! thought be might have passed
muster Tor the very spirit Of Averice
himself. -
Burn his beard of. great sir = !
heard him say 10 kralizer; tell
you he knows all about the Rostopch-
in Palace.
And the celebrated Rosiopchin
jewels 4 said Kauizer. eagerly.
Yes--eyerything. He was stew
ards man 10 the prince, and he knows
all The family secrets.
Then he held biz torch close 10 the