Connecticut western news., 1871-09-08
How He Escaped.

tells the story of his escape as follows:
 There had been a general surrender,
 and had two officers and five or six men left. The greater part of them having deserted on Wednesday night,
 and the next morning they kept slipping off one by one, until l had the five or six men speak of around me. They were all brave fellows, and said they would stay by me to the last. The last barricade between the Louvre and the Tour St. Jacques had been already abandoned, the last three or four cou- riers had sent for achievements had not returned, and I was about to give the order to retire, when few Red Legs appeared in the Rue de Rivoi between us and the Hotel de Vile, and we knew we were surrounded. I gave the order to the men to save themselves, and dash ed into house on the other side of the street, followed by one of my officers, and found myself in the arms of an old friend. While we were discussing some means of escape the soldiers broke into the house, and my friend pushed us into deep, dark closet up near the roof,
 where we awaited their coming, deter mined to sell our lives as dearly as pos sible They searched the house thor oughly, saying that they had seen us enter, and commenced finging open the doors of every closet in the house, even the closet in which we were hidden, but
 they did not see us. It was we'll for seme of them, for we had each of us two revolvers ready cooked, and we had de- termined never to be taken alive. They left the house without discovering us, and we stayed in our hiding place all night. The next morning my friend sallied out in broad daylight, a cigar in
 made my way leisurely among the off at the burning buildings, as if I knew nothing more about it than simple spectator, and passed unmolested. I soon found friend near the Holies, who took me in and gave me shelter for two days, and who found another place of refuge for me when he thought was this day on I lived in a most terrible state of anxiety and fear, and I wished a hundred times that had been killed on the barricade. During the six weeks I was hiding l changed my quarters no less than twenty times. ! was nearly always among friends who kept sharp lookout, and whenever they saw any one show the slightest curiosity about the house or it's inmates, l was warned, and in an hour was in another place of re- fuge. Sometimes it was at Belleville, sometimes at Montmatre, sometimes in the fauburg Antoine, sometimes in a house where soldiers and officers were quartered. Often and often was awak- ened at twelve o'clock at night by tap on my door, and would hear whisper through the keyhole to fly to certain place, and getting up and going to the place indicated I would find some one awaiting me. perhaps that I never re- membered seeing before, who, without a word, would take me to his room and show me new hiding place. I oftener changed my quarters in the earlier part of the evening, just between daylight and dark, for found the dim, uncer-
 tain twilight favored these changes
 more than any other time. I always strolled leis1rely to 8 cab stand, with 8
 cigar in my mouth, playing the part of 8
 boulevard idler to perfection. The kind
 of life was leading became in the end
 unsupportable. The constant apprehen.
 sion of arrest, the continual listening tc
 every footfall, with ears sharpened hun
 dred times by danger; the starting al
 the slightest unusual noise, with nerves
 taxed and excited almost beyond endur.
 ance by the continual strain upon them
 the awakening in the night with sud
 den start, feeling sure of having heard
 the tramp of armed men outside, which,
 in truth, was often the case-it was ter, rible. Only those who have experienced
 it, have lived such a life, can conceive
 of the suffering one can endure in this
 way The last place was in was very
 large house on a fashionable boulevard in which there were a great many off cers. stayed there nearly a week, as
 found it particularly safe, no one dream ing of searching house occupied by , officers. It was here that saw my wife for the first time after sending her ava, : from the scene of conflict to find plac, of safety for herself. We had two ittl rooms in an attic, from whence we hac
 splendid view of the city and part 0 , the country. slipped in quietly in tn : evening, following little cigar girl em ployed in one of the cigar stores on tn boulevard. The rooms belonged to he = and her sister, and, although had neve < known them before, I found as ready
 welcome and as cordial 8 reception as
 we had been old friends. While here
 Q sent note to Nadar, asking him if h , could not help me to get out of tn
 country. Ireceived an answer from hir immediately, inviting me to take up m f quarters at his house, as 1t would be saf I enough, they having searched his hous . thoroughly few days before in tn Q search for Communists. I accepted hi f invitation, and for a few days found my self in comparative security. Nadar i'm 9 mediately set about devising means flo h my escape, which proved to be as simpl a as efficient He went to one of tn v most influential members of the Assem- ea ply, who, although staunch legitimisi
 is particular friend of his, told hi1 ', he had me in his house, and that h r. wanted passport for me to go to Bel
 gium. His friend refused at first, an tried to induce him to turn me adrift 3 But he expressed his determination e protect me at all hazards, even at tn
 risk of detection, arrest, and ruin
 Finally the member acceded, and nc G only obtained the passport for me, bu | accompanied us across the Belgian iron rr tier. His breast was covered with deco :, rations, among them the Grand Cross C V the Legion of Honor, and of course h d had no difficulty in getting us through n But when we got fairly across the fror a tier and found ourselves on Belgian sol e we all three set up such cheer, and ir e dulged in such extraordinary manifesto t tions of delight, shouting, laughing l singing and clapping our hands, that S man who happened to be in the sam i. compartment with us turned pale, think Y ing, no doubt, he had fallen in with
 V parcel of escaped lunatics.
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