S4i4i Ten Feai of my Life. 



able condensed milk, all of which I sent to the hospital in 

 Sains, were still were one hundred and eighty severely wounded. 



General von Manteufifel visited all the hospitals, and spoke 

 kindly to the wounded, conl^incing himself that they were 

 cared for. There were four hundred in the Museum ; a most 

 beautiful building, built by Napoleon III., containing very 

 fine pictures and statutes, of which many were gifts of the Em- 

 peror and Empress. The library had nlso been fiUed up as a 

 hospital. With these wounded in Amiens, Moreuil, and Sains, 

 we had always plenty of occupation. - - 



On December 7, we all started for Rouen, and arrived in 

 Granvillers in a great snowstorm : it was very agreeable for us 

 that we got good quarters in a hotel, for we needed refresh- 

 ment. We met here a clerg}man, the Divisions Prediger 

 Clansiiis, who was excellent company, and nodespiser of good 

 champagne, which agreed very well with his cloth, especially 

 as he did not like to drink it alone. 



Next day we came to La Feuille, where we were quartered 

 in the chateau belonging to Baron Gaston de Joubert, which 

 offer.'^d -», sad spectacle, for it looked like a plucked hen. All 

 the o'^Vc? were broken open, and over the floor were scattered 

 a gr=?tx*, variety of things, as dresses, bonnets, shawls, slippers, 

 children's toys, books, and hundreds of other objects too long 

 to mention. 



An old man-servant of the house was very sorry for his 

 masters. With tears in his eyes he fetched from a corner a 

 picture representing a beautiful lady, saying, ' Look, this is my 

 sweet mistress ; and God knows what she will do when she 

 returns and finds her home destroyed in this manner.' I do 

 not know what troops committed this act of barbarity, or the 

 reason of it. 



The mayor sent us supper and bed-linen, but we felt very 

 cold and desolate ; for in the room in which I was sleeping 

 with Miss Runkel the stove was worse than no stove, for it 

 smoked and no fire could be made. 



We arrived in Rouen on December 9, late in the evening, 

 and had to dislodge three oihcers who had taken possession 

 of our quarters. When we went out next day to look at the 

 cathedral we were struck by the appearance of the people, 

 who stared at us with such burning hatred in their eyes that it 

 was quite painful. The streets were crowded with hundreds 



