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)But at <strong>the</strong> very moment when <strong>the</strong> two doct<strong>or</strong>s wen- coing to<br />
dress <strong>the</strong> general's wounds, <strong>the</strong>y :<br />
:nv <strong>the</strong> Pontifical f.-ill-<br />
troops<br />
<strong>the</strong> field <strong>of</strong> battle to t!<br />
iug back in dis<strong>or</strong>der, abandoning<br />
t<strong>or</strong>ious Piedruoutese. Maestraeten'e companion saw <strong>the</strong> dan-<br />
ger. " Let us fly, my friend. It is time to go," he cried in ex-<br />
treme, terr<strong>or</strong>.<br />
"1 go ? Never !" replied <strong>the</strong> noble young man. "I'll never<br />
abandon <strong>the</strong> general n<strong>or</strong> our po<strong>or</strong> wounded."<br />
Bat, without answering, his colleague hastened to escape.<br />
"I need scarcely tell you he wasn't a Belgian," observed<br />
jrat'straoten, writing to his parents. And <strong>the</strong> young Zouave,<br />
himself slightly wounded, alone remained with his dying<br />
general and his mutilated ings.<br />
companions a prey to acute suffer-<br />
<strong>The</strong> ambulance <strong>the</strong>n presented a truly heart-rending spectacle.<br />
<strong>The</strong>re were about thirty wounded <strong>of</strong>ficers and privates in<br />
in had <strong>the</strong>ir wounds washed<br />
it ; those who were first brought<br />
an .1 dressed ; <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs w> re waiting <strong>the</strong>ir turn. Blood flowed<br />
condition, and awaited death with admirable calmness. At his<br />
request, Cialdini consented that <strong>the</strong> young Maestraeten should<br />
remain by him to <strong>the</strong> last.<br />
And, alas ! <strong>the</strong> end <strong>of</strong> that hero was very near.<br />
' ' <strong>The</strong> gen-<br />
eral suffered cruelly," wrote one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> young Belgian prisoners<br />
a few days later, "but did not cease f<strong>or</strong> an instant to bear<br />
his sutt'eriujrs with <strong>the</strong> patience, courage, and resignation <strong>of</strong> a<br />
martyr. Exhausted by pain and <strong>the</strong> loss <strong>of</strong> blood pouring<br />
through five wounds, he drew his last breath a little bef<strong>or</strong>e<br />
midnight." God had crowned His soldier, and summoned him<br />
to heaven to make him partaker <strong>of</strong> His gl<strong>or</strong>y.<br />
<strong>The</strong> General-in-Chief <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Pontifical troops tried, however,<br />
to rally <strong>the</strong> straggling and scattered fugitives who jostled each<br />
o<strong>the</strong>r on <strong>the</strong> battle field. He had vainly striven to f<strong>or</strong>m <strong>the</strong>m<br />
into a battalion behind <strong>the</strong> stone fence and around <strong>the</strong> farm,<br />
where <strong>the</strong>y were protected from <strong>the</strong> ravages <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> artillery.<br />
But he could not succeed in ref<strong>or</strong>ming <strong>the</strong>m, and had to <strong>or</strong>der<br />
what troops remained to retire behind <strong>the</strong> heights <strong>of</strong> Musone,<br />
and cross <strong>the</strong> river in <strong>the</strong> direction <strong>of</strong> Umana. <strong>The</strong>se dispositions<br />
having been made, he returned to <strong>the</strong> farm where he was<br />
<strong>the</strong> noble<br />
;o, f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> last time, <strong>the</strong> hand <strong>of</strong> his friend,<br />
dan.<br />
General," said <strong>the</strong> dying man <strong>the</strong>n, " <strong>the</strong>y have fought<br />
"<br />
like heroes; <strong>the</strong> Church's hon<strong>or</strong> is safe Farewell !<br />
Lani<strong>or</strong>iciijiv next <strong>or</strong>dered <strong>the</strong> retreat to bo sounded; <strong>the</strong>n, as<br />
<strong>the</strong> farm <strong>of</strong> Crocetto could no longer be defended, he charged<br />
Colonel Coudenhoveu to hunt up <strong>the</strong> troops who still remained<br />
and direct <strong>the</strong>m up towards <strong>the</strong> river, making every<br />
eff<strong>or</strong>t to save at least <strong>the</strong> heavy artillery. <strong>The</strong>se latter combatants<br />
covering <strong>the</strong> retreat in <strong>the</strong> battle field, fought with<br />
<strong>of</strong> lions and <strong>the</strong> vig<strong>or</strong> <strong>of</strong> athletes. Soon, <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
I ul!<br />
-two last defenders <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Crocetto farm, only eight re-<br />
<strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>rs having been wounded; but those eight<br />
f<strong>or</strong> n whole hour defended that perilous post again<br />
A fe.w i-teps from <strong>the</strong>m t!<br />
an.<br />
tnary Maze up to <strong>the</strong> top<br />
t brcalh <strong>of</strong> wind might blow those burning<br />
> <strong>of</strong> <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> farm and scatter <strong>the</strong>m among <strong>the</strong>m,<br />
and yet <strong>the</strong>y 'wavered not, bat still fought on. <strong>The</strong>ir<br />
sant volleys thundered one after ano<strong>the</strong>r, and every shot<br />
brought down an enemy.<br />
"Ha! look out <strong>the</strong>re!" cried <strong>the</strong> Zouave d'Hout, and <strong>the</strong><br />
Sardinian rolled on <strong>the</strong> ground, drowned in blood, aud thus<br />
twenty-one Picdmontese fell on- after ano<strong>the</strong>r.<br />
<strong>The</strong>ir guns burned <strong>the</strong>ir hands, and might at any moment<br />
explode, killing <strong>the</strong>mselves. But bef<strong>or</strong>e <strong>the</strong>m <strong>the</strong> dead and<br />
dying lay heaped upon <strong>the</strong> farm-yard, and <strong>the</strong>y continued to<br />
spread around <strong>the</strong>m in terr<strong>or</strong> and damage. <strong>The</strong>y were :<br />
swayed by <strong>the</strong> spirit <strong>of</strong> war, by <strong>the</strong> genius .<br />
<strong>of</strong> v<br />
those,<br />
eight heroes with faces blackened with p->wder and perspira-<br />
tion, eyes glaring, lips compressed, and chests heaving.<br />
Suddenly a discharge <strong>of</strong> artillery resounded and t<strong>or</strong>e away<br />
half <strong>the</strong> ro<strong>of</strong>. A cmnon ball falls in <strong>the</strong> middle <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> room;<br />
<strong>the</strong> flo<strong>or</strong> shakes, <strong>the</strong> wall crumble, a t<strong>or</strong>rent <strong>of</strong> flames and<br />
clouds <strong>of</strong> smoke burst through <strong>the</strong> opening. Tho Piedmon-<br />
on all sides, pain and delirium wrung piercing cries even<br />
from those heroic combatants those martyrs in a good<br />
cause.<br />
To crown <strong>the</strong>ir misf<strong>or</strong>tunes, <strong>the</strong> Piedmontese were not slow<br />
to surround <strong>the</strong> house. "<strong>The</strong>n those self-styled soldiers <strong>of</strong> civilization,<br />
who were pleased to accuse <strong>the</strong> Pontifical volunteers<br />
<strong>of</strong> cruelty and perfidy, signalized <strong>the</strong>mselves by strange and<br />
odious conduct. Although <strong>the</strong> black flag adopted by <strong>the</strong> ambulance<br />
had been hoisted on <strong>the</strong> housetop, those ferocious assailants,<br />
rushing to all <strong>the</strong> outlets, fired through <strong>the</strong> do<strong>or</strong> and <strong>the</strong><br />
windows upon <strong>the</strong> unf<strong>or</strong>tunate wounded, repeating those atrocious<br />
volleys which, ra<strong>the</strong>r badly directed, however, produced<br />
little effect ten times. But all hope was lost, and those heroic<br />
reinmv;ts <strong>of</strong> an army <strong>of</strong> tese, despairing<br />
heroes, fainting and abandoned,<br />
were constrained to surrender.<br />
<strong>The</strong> illustrious Pimodau, whom Bresciani justly compares<br />
to Judas Machabeus, made no allusion to <strong>the</strong> gravity <strong>of</strong> his<br />
<strong>of</strong> reducing this little handful <strong>of</strong> heroes f<strong>or</strong>ce, had set fire to <strong>the</strong> ro<strong>of</strong> that sheltered <strong>the</strong>m.<br />
' '<br />
"<br />
Surrender ! surrender ! <strong>the</strong>y cried out to <strong>the</strong>m on<br />
sides.<br />
by<br />
all<br />
"Ra<strong>the</strong>r die a thousand times!" replied Le Camus and<br />
Tresvaux, discharging <strong>the</strong>ir pieces through <strong>the</strong> windows <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
burning house.<br />
But <strong>the</strong> fire is sprendin^r, <strong>the</strong> flames coil upwards, <strong>the</strong> beams<br />
crackle, and <strong>the</strong> walls burst assund-r. At this sight <strong>the</strong><br />
wounded cannot repress a feeble groan.<br />
Bage <strong>the</strong>n gave place to pity in <strong>the</strong> hearts <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> valiant,<br />
Zouavis; <strong>the</strong>y wave a white handkerchief, knotted round <strong>the</strong><br />
butt-end <strong>of</strong> a gun, through one <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> windows. <strong>The</strong> 1'i.dmontese<br />
c^ase firing, and <strong>the</strong> Zouaves, placing <strong>the</strong> wounded on<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir shoulders, emerge from <strong>the</strong> ruins <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> crumbling house.<br />
<strong>The</strong>y <strong>the</strong>n glance around <strong>the</strong>m, looking f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir comrades,<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir generals, <strong>the</strong> remainder <strong>of</strong> tii3 army; no moi<br />
<strong>the</strong>m, no m<strong>or</strong>e hope <strong>the</strong> Pontfical camp was completely<br />
"<br />
destroyed. At least our hon<strong>or</strong> is safe," <strong>the</strong>y all cried<br />
toge<strong>the</strong>r; "and blessed ba our dead <strong>the</strong>y repose in <strong>the</strong><br />
L<strong>or</strong>d."<br />
Thus ended that gl<strong>or</strong>ious combat, <strong>of</strong> which, strange to say, all<br />
<strong>the</strong> hon<strong>or</strong> reverts to <strong>the</strong> martyrs, to <strong>the</strong> vanquished, to <strong>the</strong> defenders<br />
<strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> persecuted faith, while, since that day, an<br />
ineffaceable stain remains on <strong>the</strong> hands and brows <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
conquer<strong>or</strong>s.<br />
M<strong>or</strong>eover, <strong>the</strong> illustrious General-in-Chief <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> PontinVal<br />
army had, despite all, succeeded in carrying into execution his<br />
bold and ingenious project. Collecting around him Hie tl< /