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depend on Bismarck's

recommendation, and he proclaiming it fine, I took quite a generous

drink, which nearly strangled me and brought on a violent fit of

coughing. The Chancellor said, however, that this was in no way due

to the liquor, but to my own inexperience, and I was bound to believe

the distinguished statesman, for he proved his words by swallowing a

goodly dose with an undisturbed and even beaming countenance,

demonstrating his assertion so forcibly that I forthwith set out with

Bismarck-Bohlen to lay in a supply for myself.



I spent the night in a handsome house, the property of an

exceptionally kind and polite gentleman bearing the indisputably

German name of Lager, but who was nevertheless French from head to

foot, if intense hatred of the Prussians be a sign of Gallic

nationality. At daybreak on the 26th word came for us to be ready to

move by the Chalons road at 7 o'clock, but before we got off, the

order was suspended till 2 in the afternoon. In the interval General

von Moltke arrived and held a long conference with the King, and when

we did pull out we traveled the remainder of the afternoon in company

with a part of the Crown Prince's army, which after this conference

inaugurated the series of movements from Bar-le-Duc northward, that

finally compelled the surrender at Sedan. This sudden change of

direction I did not at first understand, but soon learned that it was

because of the movements of Marshal MacMahon, who, having united the

French army beaten at Worth with three fresh corps at Chalons, was

marching to relieve Metz in obedience to orders from the Minister of

War at Paris.



As we passed along the column, we noticed that the Crown Prince's

troops were doing their best, the officers urging the men to their

utmost exertions, persuading weary laggards and driving up

stragglers. As a general thing, however, they marched in good shape,

notwithstanding the rapid gait and the trying heat, for at the outset

of the campaign the Prince had divested them of all impedimenta

except essentials, and they were therefore in excellent trim for a

forced march.



The King traveled further than usual that day--to Clermont--so we did

not get shelter till late, and even then not without some confusion,

for the quartermaster having set out toward Chalons before the change

of programme was ordered, was not at hand to provide for us. I had

extreme good luck, though, in being quartered with a certain

apothecary, who, having lived for a time in the United States,

claimed it as a privilege even to lodge me, and certainly made me his

debtor for the most generous hospitality. It was not so with some of

the others, however; and Count Bismarck was particularly unfortunate,

being billeted in a very small and uncomfortable house, where,

visiting him to learn more fully what was going on, I found him,

wrapped in a shabby old dressing-gown, hard at work. He was

established in a very small room, whose only furnishings consisted of

a table--at which he was writing--a couple of rough chairs, and the

universal feather-bed, this time made on the floor in one corner of

the room. On my remarking upon the limited character of his

quarters, the Count replied, with great good-humor, that they were

all right, and that he should get along well enough. Even the tramp

of his clerks in the attic, and the clanking of his orderlies' sabres

below, did not disturb him much; he said, in fact, that he would have

no grievance at all were it not for a guard of Bavarian soldiers

stationed about the house for his safety, he presumed the sentinels

from which insisted on protecting and saluting the Chancellor of the

North German Confederation in and out of season, a proceeding that

led to embarrassment sometimes, as he was much troubled with a severe

dysentery. Notwithstanding his trials, however, and in the midst of

the correspondence on which he was so intently engaged,
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