The Conservative. (M'connelsville, Ohio) 1866-1871, 1870-11-11
The Mad Woman of BazeilIes--A shock

- Ing War scene.
Hermann yo1t writes to o Frankfort
;onrnal description of fearful scenel
which hewitnessed at bazeilles: ID
nI was the first person to appear nitef
the storm of battle had passed turtner
avav. Dead and wounded lay piled lndis-
criminatelv together. Hundreds OF dypg
ewes looked at me imploringly. was
seized with shuddering; 1 sought 10 go
avsy. Too terrible was the scene, and YET
what was il compared with the. barosilty
which had directly after to witness
Wild cry. more.Hke that Of an animal tnan
of a human being, rang in my ears. l
looked towards the place whence the sounu
came. and saw q peasant dragging a wound
ed Bavarian, who was lying on the grouno'
towards 8 burning hous,. A woman
was so far aiding that she contlnuso -
kicking the poor creature In the slae VIII
her heavy shoes. The heart-rendlng cry
of the wretched man had drawn three OF
his comrades to the spot "Shoot neg
down; no, hang her. Two snots rang
out. the peasant dropped. The Megera
laughed, and before the soldier bad gone
three steps forward she stood once more
beside her victim. The woman must De
mad. One blow cleft her skull hang
her up; into the fire with the brute
While the soldiers gave vent to tnelr eVl-
IDENTIFY outraged feelings stopped down 70
the ill.used soldier. he was dead. nus
last breath had passed with his cry Tor nelp'
He was fine, powerful young ienoV.
Well was il for his loved nnes tnat tney
had not heard the last cry OF agony Oh tneir
son or their brother. Ishall never ioreet
his cry. 1t will haunt me while hve.
81 had but just quilted this scene OF
cruelty, when q new horror encountered
me. From house close behind me came
the reports in quick succession OF two shots
I turned and saw krankentrager, In the
exercise of his duty, fall oonvulslvely 10
the ground. The wounded man ne Is car
rying rolls with him ID the dust From
that house proceeded the shots-nve' sl1
Bavarians force way IN, the door oresks
under the blows of their butt-ends. But
the soldiers stood as if stunned. On the
threshold appears, armed with douple-oar-
reled GUN. a tall woman; she may be nifty
years old, dishevelled gray hairs fall around
a fine-yes. a noble face. AS she regards
the soldiers her features are distorted, sne
lauphs wildly, the laugh of this woman If
fearful thing. 'Vous des t1le oete' caIt
ont a doctor hurrying by. Her laugh Is
1 S1leQCeQs q UOIIcub VI bCoLo 6No-oo NN''
her face, she exclaims softly, but In a tone
of heartrending pain: Non, je suis epouse,
je slris mere V0uS aUez dsSGssiHe mon mari
uoLs auez dssdssine mes deuI tlts. Idez mo
dussil Je uous en- renerceirdi. 81 Uous M
tlez pas, c'est moi qlfi uolls tuerd,i
"With the last words the old wrath re-
| turns. She again raises the gun The
soldiers have not understood her. They
seek to ayenge their comrads and to pro
tect themselves. The doctor stands
shuddering, like myself Before We car
saw a word the unhappy woman falls
struck By two bullets in the breast. Lei
her die in quiet, calls out the doctor to tn,
men. who seem not yet to have satisfied
their revenge, she has lost her husband
and her two sons That makes an i'm
preston on the soldiers; silently they t9rI
away.
81 turn back with the doctor. We stooI
down to the poor woman. Her wound
are fatal. The woman regards us wildly
i I take her hand, and involuntarily my lip
utter pduure femme. The words seem
have pleased her; she feels they come fror
the heart Her eyes grow dim, and as sh
clasped my hand firmly her bosom heaye
a last sigh"