Herald and tribune. [volume] (Jonesborough, Tenn.) 1869-current, 1870-09-29
PICTURES OF THE WAR.


A correspondent of an English journal,
writing from Berlin. thus describes the
ceremonious entry into that city of the
first French Eagle captured by the Ger
man troops:
1.-TWO officers, one of whom wore ma
ny decorations-his companion being a
Lieutenant of the Sixth Silesian Infantry,
Regiment, by whom the trophy was taken
sat in an open carriage, holding between
them the object of curious and joyful re-
gard. The eagle itself, remarkably fine
specimen of carving and gliding, was perch
ed on the top of pole ten feet high, and
beneath the imperial bird waved the French
tricolor This honored standard, which
was not relinquished without severe
struggle, was won from the Thirty-slxth
French Infantry regiment As the car
riage, preceded by two of the mounted
police, passed under the Bradenburg
Gate, on its way from the Pottsdam Rail-
way Station, the guard turned out and
presented arms. The eagle was taken first
to the house of the Commandant at Berlin,
and afterwards to the Schloss, where it
was presented to the Queen.
sTRAsBoURG BY NIGHT.
Another correspondent within the for
tifcations of Strasbourg wildly sets forth
the scene presented nightly in that beleag-
uered town:
"Day is the time for rest in the lines
before Strasbourg At night men gird
up their loins and prepare for work then
pioneer and fatigue parties go forth to
their labor under the friendly cover of
darkness and then, too, in their turn,
the French gunners pour into the night,
and open their heaviest fire on every speck
of light that indicates the presence of the
foe, and on every spot where they think
it likely that working may be going on.
The view of the beleagured town at night
from the safe of the Lion dor, at Bru-
math. was beautiful-beautiful but aw-
full. A great confagration Lit up the lu-
rid sky in the direction of Rupreschau,
and the trembling townstolk whispered
among themselves that the Minister was
in flames: they were wrong, for in the
morning the tall cathedral spire still
pointed grandly to the sky. Instanta-
neous flashes as Of lightning issued every
second from the heavy canopy of smoke.
and were followed in Il few moments by
the dull reverberating roar of the heavy
guns. while every now and then she'll
would burst in the air scattering points
of vivid light through the blackness of the
night. 1t was beautiful, but the beauty
was internal, like that of tiger, or of the
ocean in storm. At midnight the fire
was raging terribly, and the whole sky
was lighted up with the brightness of the
flames.
COUNTERFEIT TURCOS.
The letter writer's from Paris have no
lack of objects ''to be made note Of"
One of them depicts the appearance of a
new style Of Turco, a counterfeit article
gotten up at home to replace the savages
shot by the Prusssans:
by the way, have seen Turcos, or
what [ believe to be such and it strikes
me, if | can be permitted to draw a con-
clusion from slight data, that these
imported forces are not universally the
Sawney Beans that we have been told they
we're, Perhaps, however, French Turcos
are now being manufactured to replace
those cut off by the needle-guns of the
Prussians. At any rate the turbaned
group that [ met to-day were as mild in
demeanor and in visage as orthodox Gu
rates. Judging from the gusto with which
they fell upon the rolls of bread and cups
of coffee, am inclined to think that their
palates have never been stimulated by
unhallowed meats.'
THE BoIs DE BoULoGNE.
Here is melancholy picture of the
of the Bois ds Boulogne:
'sThe woods and gardens, the race
course at Longchamps, and the meadows
around it present an extraordinary spec
tacle. People thick wood with thou
sands upon thousands of cattle and you
see primeval forest. The domestic char
acter of bulls and cows depart the moment
they are put by the thousand amid thick
ly planted foliage, and when they are seen
from between the brown trunks of innu-
merable trees.
.sTwenty-seven thousand head of cattle
makes pretty show in wood, the boughs
and leafy shadows of which have an oddly
magnifying effect. Turn which way we
would, there were gigantic animals tear
ing at the trees, or browsing peacefully
amid their trunks, and the effect was .ex-
actly as they were in a state of nature.
The sheep were less picturesque, but quite
as extraordinary. There seemed miles Of
them. The plain of the race course was
like field of waving corn from the mass
of moving yellow wool with which it was
covered, and now and again when the
thick foliage broke, and we came to open
meadows full of cattle, it was exactly as il
boldly mottled mass of red and white
marble had been enclosed The dun, red
and white of the cattle were ANAL gamated
and they were so closely packed that il
seemed as if you could walk upon theiI
backs as upon level floor. So all through
the avenues in which the beauty, the
fashion and the frivolity of the world have
foregathered these many years. Beasts
rambling among the trees and flowers. sol
diers defiling up the walks and groves, and
that was all. 1t was not merely that the
customary firtations, costumes and equi
pages we're wanting. There was complete
solitude, save for the things described
Our carriage was the only ono to Be seen
and the people at the cafe by the cascade
resented as an outrage our request fol
breakfast. A waiter stood at the door
napkin in hand the little table had glas
and snowy linen, and there were atten
dants behind the counter. But it was al
phantom-like and ghostly. They were
bewildered, stunned, appalled, at the pros
pect before them and the sights at theil
door, and the waiter ran away the instan