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； others walk over the dead and the living。
Arms are lost。
A dizzy multitude fills the roads； the paths； the bridges； the plains； the hills； the valleys； the woods； encumbered by this invasion of forty thousand men。 Shouts despair； knapsacks and guns flung among the rye； passages forced at the point of the sword； no more rades； no more officers； no more generals； an inexpressible terror。
Zieten putting France to the sword at its leisure。
Lions converted into goats。
Such was the flight。
At Genappe； an effort was made to wheel about； to present a battle front； to draw up in line。
Lobau rallied three hundred men。 The entrance to the village was barricaded； but at the first volley of Prussian canister； all took to flight again； and Lobau was taken。 That volley of grape…shot can be seen to…day imprinted on the ancient gable of a brick building on the right of the road at a few minutes' distance before you enter Genappe。
The Prussians threw themselves into Genappe； furious； no doubt； that they were not more entirely the conquerors。
The pursuit was stupendous。 Blucher ordered extermination。
Roguet had set the lugubrious example of threatening with death any French grenadier who should bring him a Prussian prisoner。
Blucher outdid Roguet。
Duhesme； the general of the Young Guard； hemmed in at the doorway of an inn at Genappe； surrendered his sword to a huzzar of death； who took the sword and slew the prisoner。
The victory was pleted by the assassination of the vanquished。
Let us inflict punishment； since we are history： old Blucher disgraced himself。
This ferocity put the finishing touch to the disaster。
The desperate route traversed Genappe； traversed Quatre…Bras； traversed Gosselies； traversed Frasnes； traversed Charleroi； traversed Thuin； and only halted at the frontier。 Alas！ and who； then； was fleeing in that manner？
The Grand Army。
This vertigo； this terror； this downfall into ruin of the loftiest bravery which ever astounded history；is that causeless？ No。 The shadow of an enormous right is projected athwart Waterloo。 It is the day of destiny。
The force which is mightier than man produced that day。
Hence the terrified wrinkle of those brows； hence all those great souls surrendering their swords。
Those who had conquered Europe have fallen prone on the earth； with nothing left to say nor to do； feeling the present shadow of a terrible presence。 Hoc erat in fatis。
That day the perspective of the human race underwent a change。
Waterloo is the hinge of the nineteenth century。 The disappearance of the great man was necessary to the advent of the great century。
Some one； a person to whom one replies not； took the responsibility on himself。
The panic of heroes can be explained。 In the battle of Waterloo there is something more than a cloud； there is something of the meteor。
God has passed by。
At nightfall； in a meadow near Genappe； Bernard and Bertrand seized by the skirt of his coat and detained a man； haggard； pensive； sinister； gloomy； who； dragged to that point by the current of the rout； had just dismounted； had passed the bridle of his horse over his arm； and with wild eye was returning alone to Waterloo。
It was Napoleon； the immense somnambulist of this dream which had crumbled； essaying once more to advance。
BOOK FIRST。…WATERLOO
CHAPTER XIV
THE LAST SQUARE
Several squares of the Guard； motionless amid this stream of the defeat； as rocks in running water； held their own until night。 Night came； death also； they awaited that double shadow； and； invincible； allowed themselves to be enveloped therein。 Each regiment； isolated from the rest； and having no bond with the army； now shattered in every part； died alone。
They had taken up position for this final action； some on the heights of Rossomme； others on the plain of Mont…Saint…Jean。 There； abandoned； vanquished； terrible； those gloomy squares endured their death…throes in formidable fashion。
Ulm； Wagram； Jena； Friedland； died with them。
At twilight； towards nine o'clock in the evening； one of them was left at the foot of the plateau of Mont…Saint…Jean。 In that fatal valley； at the foot of that declivity which the cuirassiers had ascended； now inundated by the masses of the English； under the converging fires of the victorious hostile cavalry； under a frightful density of projectiles； this square fought on。
It was manded by an obscure officer named Cambronne。
At each discharge； the square diminished and replied。
It replied to the grape…shot with a fusillade； continually contracting its four walls。
The fugitives pausing breathless for a moment in the distance； listened in the darkness to that gloomy and ever…decreasing thunder。
When this legion had been reduced to a handful； when nothing was left of their flag but a rag； when their guns； the bullets all gone； were no longer anything but clubs； when the heap of corpses was larger than the group of survivors； there reigned among the conquerors； around those men dying so sublimely； a sort of sacred terror； and the English artillery； taking breath； became silent。
This furnished a sort of respite。
These batants had around them something in the nature of a swarm of spectres； silhouettes of men on horseback； the black profiles of cannon； the white sky viewed through wheels and gun…carriages； the colossal death's…head； which the heroes saw constantly through the smoke； in the depths of the battle； advanced upon them and gazed at them。
Through the shades of twilight they could hear the pieces being loaded； the matches all lighted； like the eyes of tigers at night； formed a circle round their heads； all the lintstocks of the English batteries approached the cannons； and then； with emotion； holding the supreme moment suspended above these men； an English general； Colville according to some； Maitland according to others； shouted to them； 〃Surrender； brave Frenchmen！〃 Cambronne replied； 〃…。〃
｛EDITOR'S MENTARY：Another edition of this book has the word 〃Merde！〃 in lieu of the … above。｝
BOOK FIRST。…WATERLOO
CHAPTER XV
CAMBRO