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And as the Doctor spoke, his sensitive, charming face kindling into fire, I remembered our slow passage the day before, through the decorated streets of the beautiful old town of Saverne, in the wake of a French artillery division, and amid what seemed the spontaneous joy of a whole population! Through all these years Dr.
The fact was that after leaving Saverne he had inclined to the right, and was now penetrating into the Dagsberg woods with juvenile energy. At the rate he was going, in five or six hours he would have reached Phramond, eight leagues from his destination. But night was coming on apace, and the path was now becoming fainter, and under the tall trees only an indistinct track appeared.
"Six leagues from Saverne," he murmured, "and all mountains! and if I have to go two more to-morrow, that will be eight!" "Oh, don't mind that! I will guide you to the road down the valley. And don't forget. You are very fortunate." "Fortunate? You are joking with me, Christian." "Yes, you are lucky. You might have had to spend the night in the woods.
A witness to the rapidity of this volte face were three consecutive articles by Edmond About in Le Soir. The first, written from his estate in Saverne, near Strassburg. was extremely bitter against the Emperor; it began: "Napoleone tertio feliciter regnante, as people said in the olden days, I have seen with my own eyes, what I never thought to see: Alsace overrun by the enemy's troops."
"We were very nearly caught near Saverne, once." "So I heard," the officer said, "but I am rather skeptical as to these night surprises. In nine cases out of ten mind, I don't mean for a moment that it was so in your case but in nine cases out of ten, these rumors of night attacks are all moonshine."
Christian seemed to take no notice; he took five or six potatoes out of a sack, and put them into the embers, taking care to cover them entirely; then, sitting down on the hearthstone, he lighted his pipe. "But just tell me, master, how is it that you are here to-night, at six leagues' distance from Saverne, in the gorge of Nideck?"
After two days' long marches, the main body of the corps reached a village situated in a wood, at about four miles from the great rock tunnel of Saverne. The fourth company had been left at a village, five miles to the left; while the third company were, next day, to march forward to a place at about the same distance to the right.
Epistolary intercourse, no more than table-talk, is sacred. Who would quit Alsace without a pilgrimage to Saverne and the country home in which Edmond About wrote his most delightful pages and in which he dispensed such princely hospitality?
On the 7th the remnant of the 1st corps passed through Saverne, like a swollen stream that carries away upon its muddy bosom all with which it comes in contact. On the 8th, at Sarrebourg, the 5th corps came tumbling in upon the 1st, like one mad mountain torrent pouring its waters into another.
"Yes," was the unanimous answer. "Then he dies," Major Tempe said, solemnly. "You were to have been his victims; you are his judges. "Grunsdorf is three miles from here, in the woods, not far from Saverne. A party will be told off, presently, who will be charged with the execution of this sentence. "I have now another duty. The corps has been saved from destruction.
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