The Connecticut labor press., 1920-09-11

threw open the doors oI our Darn wt heard the most lovely music that l ever listened to playing somewhere in the distance. We all stood in clusters hearkenfng to 1t, 1t was so sweet and innocent and sad-like. But our ser geant laughed when, he saw. how it had pleased us all.
 Them are the French bands," said he; 'and if you come out here you'll see what some of you may not live to see again.
 Out we went-the beautiful music still sounding in our ears, and stood on rise just outside the barn. Down below, at the bottom of the slope. about half musket shot from US. was snug tiled farm with hedge and a bit of an apple orchard. All round it "a line of men in red coats and high fur hats were working like bees knocking holes in the wall and barring up the doors.
 Them's the light companies of the Guards" said the sergeant. They'll hold that farm while one of, them can wag finger. But look over yonder. and you'll see the campires of the French"
 We looked across the valley at the low ridge upon the farther side. and saw thousand little yellow points of flame, with the dark smoke wreathing up slowly in the heavy air. There was another farmhouse on the farther side of the valley, and as we watched we suddenly saw little group of horse In p6 look across at us. There were dozen hussars behind, and in front five men three with helmets, one with a long straight, red feather in his hat, and the last with low cap.
 "By Godr' cried the sergeant. That's himl That's Boney, the one with the gray horse. Aye, I'll lay months pay on It."
 Il strained my eyes to see him. this man who had cast that great shadow over Europe which darkened the na- tions for five-and-twenty years. and which had even fallen across our out of-the-world little sheep farm. and had dragged us all-myself, Edie and Jim-out of the lives that our folk had lived before us. As far as could see he was dumpy. square-shouldered kind of man, and he held his double glasses to his eyes with his elbows spread very wide out on each side I was still staring when heard the catch of mans breath by my side. and there was Jim, his eyes glowing like two coals and his face thrust over my shoulder.
 That's he, Jock" he whispered.
 "Yes, that's Boney," said I.
 'tNo, no; it's he. This De Lapp or De Lissac, or whatever his devils name is. It is he"
 Then saw him at once. It was the horseman with the high red feather in his hat. Even at that distance could have sworn to the slope of his shoul- ders and the way he carried his head I clapped my hand upon Jim's sleeve for I could see that his blood was boiling at the sight of the man, and that he was ready for any madness But at that moment Bonaparte seemed to lean over and say something to De Lissac. and the party wheeled and dashed away, while there came the bang of. gun and white spray of smoke from a battery along the ridge At the same instant the assembly was blown in cur village, and we rushed for our arms and fell in. There was a burst of firing all along the line. and we thought that the battle had begun but it came really from our fellows their pieces, for their prim- ing was in some danger of being wet | from the damp nig t.
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