The Black Hills union. [volume] (Rapid City, Pennington County, Dakota [S.D.]) 1889-1904, 1901-09-12

forwards, who had hidden themselves
In the lower part of the house, got away
IN the same manner, though some OF
taenl--they were but few in all-were
stopped as Huguenots and killed be-
fore the day ended. l had the more
reason TO hope that Pavannes and his
wife would get clear off, inasmucii as
! had given the dukes ring to him,
thinking it might serve him in a strait,
II believing that we would have little
to fear ourselves, once clear of his
house; unless we should meet the vi
dame indeed.
We did not meet him, as it turned
out; but before we had traversed a
quarter of the distance we had to so
| we found that fears based on reason
were not the only terrors we had to re-
sist. Pavannes' house, where we had
hitherto been, stood at some distance
from the center OF the blood storm
which had e%nwrapped unhappy Paris
that morning. 1t was several hundred
PAGES from the Rue de Bethisy where
the admiral lived. and what with his
comparative remoteness and the excite
ment of our little drama, we had not
attended much to the fury Of the bells,
the shots and cries INC uprOar which
proclaimed the state of the city. We
had not pictured the scenes which We're
happening so near. Now in the streets
the truth broke upon us, and drove the
blood from our cheeks. A hundred
yards, the turning OF a corner, Sufticed.
We who but yesterday left the coun-
try, who only q week before We're boys,
careless as other boys, not rocking for
death at all, We're plunging now into
the midst of horrors ] cannot describe.
M the awful contrast between the
Sky above and the things above us!
Even now the lark was singing not far
yn.,, ,,~. %lN -,,S, 1t IT, 1,,,r r. ~t,sly NCr flNn
topmost stories of the houses; the fleecy
clouds were passing overhead, the
freshness of a umlmer morning was
All! where was 1t! Not here in the
narrow lanes, surely, that echoed and
reechoed with Shrieks and curses and
frantic prayers; in Which bands of fur
ious men rushed w and down, and
where archers or the guard and the
more cruel rabble We're breaking in
doors and windows, and hurrying with
bloody Weapons from house to house,
seeking, pursuing, and at last killing
in some horrid corner, some place of
Misunderstanding With blow on blow
dealt on writhing bodies! Not here,
surely, where Zach minut a child. a
woma died silently, g man snarl!ng
like a wolf-happy if he had snatched
his weapon n got his back to the
wall; where fou corpses damned the
very blood that ran down the kennel,
and children-little children-played
with them:
L was at Cahors in 1880 in the great
street fight; and there women We're
killed. l was with C!tatillon nine years
later, when he rode through the Fai,-
bourgs of Paris, with this very day
and his father Coligay in his mind, and
gave no quarter. 1 Has at Coutras and
Ivry, n more than once have seen
prisoners led out to he piked in patches
ay, and by hundreds! But war is war,
and these We're its victims dying for
the mcst part under Gods heaven with
arms in their hands; not men IN wom-
en- fresh reused from their sleep. /
felt on those occasions no such horror,
1 have felt such burning pity and IN
dignation as on the morning / am des-
cTibing, that long-past summer morn
ing when I first saw tho sun shining on
the streets of Paris. Croisette chung to
me, sick and white, shutting his eyes
and ears, and letting me guide him as 1
would. Marie strobe along on the other
side of him, his lips closed, his eyes
sinister. Once q solder of the guard
whose blood-staine5 hands betrayed
the work he had done, came reeling-
he was drunk, as we're many of the
butchers-across our path, and I gave
way a little. Marie did not, but walked
stolidly on as if he did not see him, as
IL llc way "SIG SiedIs diiu lueIc WHY
no ugly thing in Gods image blocking
it.
Only his hand went as If by accident
to the haft of his dagger. The archer
fortunately for himself and for us TOO
-reeled clear Of us. We escaped that
danger. But to see women killed and
pass by-it was horrible! So horrible
that If in those moments I had had the
wtshing-cap, / would have asked hut
for 5000 riders, and leave to charge
with them through the streets of Parts!
/ would have had the days of the JAG
uuerie back again, and my men-at-
arms behind me!
Continued Next Week.)