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lo, wh<strong>or</strong>e <strong>the</strong> wonndod, without beds <strong>or</strong> banda><br />
<strong>The</strong>n- fl<br />
, ml,<br />
among o<strong>the</strong>rs,<br />
! that po<strong>or</strong> Gnitton, n Belgian ! Tell me, L<strong>or</strong>-nzo,<br />
was ho seriously wounded?"<br />
. >rman! <strong>The</strong>re were not less tlrn;<br />
:<br />
"A 1<br />
y, iiiul <strong>the</strong> surgeon gave him up. <strong>The</strong>r<br />
1 o<strong>the</strong>r Belgians, too, whose names I don't remember,<br />
except Laigniol, a young man <strong>of</strong> eighteen. He told me lie received<br />
a liall in <strong>the</strong> arm, aiid that it was <strong>the</strong>n ho dropped his<br />
pon."<br />
"Courageous boy!" murmured Vict<strong>or</strong>, "lie had abr.niudies<br />
and his class-rooni to fly to <strong>the</strong> defence <strong>of</strong> tho<br />
Holy Fa<strong>the</strong>r."'<br />
" But -would you believe it, Fra Paolo," continued tho nar-<br />
rat<strong>or</strong>, "all those brave young men had still <strong>the</strong> coiuvgo to jest<br />
and laugh ? A Zouave, whose body a bullet had pierced, Lad<br />
discussion with a Piedmontese. I couldn't<br />
i in a lively<br />
understand what <strong>the</strong>y said, but it must have been something<br />
comical, f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> Zouaves laughed heartily."<br />
" It must have been Tresvaux de Fraval," interrupted Jo-<br />
seph ; "he's <strong>the</strong> best fellow I know always gay, always con-<br />
ti'tit, and, above all, always talking. I never met him a single<br />
time that he didn't greet me with some pleasantry."<br />
" Ano<strong>the</strong>r <strong>of</strong> those young men," continued L<strong>or</strong>enzo, "was<br />
.1, I think, Paolo <strong>or</strong> Poli."<br />
" It's Poli, no doubt, <strong>the</strong> noble Oscar Poli," replied Vic-<br />
t<strong>or</strong>.<br />
" Precisely ; he had been wounded in <strong>the</strong> che^t. While he<br />
was crawling painfully along by <strong>the</strong> <strong>church</strong>, he suddenly heard<br />
himself called. That voice, coming from an obscure c<strong>or</strong>ner,<br />
u to issue from a col<strong>or</strong>less and f<strong>or</strong>mless heap <strong>of</strong> blood-<br />
'<br />
What, my po<strong>or</strong> Poli, don't you recognize<br />
I bandages.<br />
me ?' murmured that plaintive voice.<br />
' '<br />
frii nd.<br />
I'm your comrade, de Lacarie.'<br />
'<br />
No, indeed, my<br />
' What ! it's you !'<br />
'Yes, myself.' 'Aren't you dead, <strong>the</strong>n?' 'No, not that I<br />
know. '<br />
<strong>The</strong> po<strong>or</strong> young soldier who lay in that c<strong>or</strong>ner had been<br />
hit 1 iv a bullet that pierced both his cheeks. He was a ghastly<br />
; t that moment. Antonio and I were moved to tears,<br />
most surprised us was to see those young men, despite<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir captivity, misery and suffering, with still courage and animation<br />
enough to laugh and jest, simply<br />
<strong>the</strong>y were in <strong>the</strong> midst <strong>of</strong> some feast.<br />
and joyously, as if<br />
family. <strong>The</strong>y were glad to learn that <strong>the</strong> Piedmontese, after<br />
having long expl<strong>or</strong>ed <strong>the</strong> environs, had gone away in <strong>the</strong> direction<br />
<strong>of</strong> Aucona. Marietta's bro<strong>the</strong>r, however, was not in<br />
a position to acquaint <strong>the</strong>m with <strong>the</strong> indignities to which <strong>the</strong><br />
(intese <strong>the</strong>n subjected <strong>the</strong>ir unf<strong>or</strong>tunate prisoners in <strong>the</strong><br />
hospitals <strong>of</strong> Oscina, Alessandia, Genia, and many o<strong>the</strong>r places,<br />
too.<br />
Here is what one <strong>of</strong> those valiant Belgians Verecken,<br />
Hevraerfc, Lacraix, and Callebaut, who f<strong>or</strong>med part <strong>of</strong> tho live<br />
hundred and fifty picked men with whom Colonel O'Reilly, f<strong>or</strong><br />
twenty-four hours, defended <strong>the</strong> citadel <strong>of</strong> Spoleto against an<br />
army <strong>of</strong> fifteen thousand, and who were afterwards led prisoners<br />
to Genoa, where <strong>the</strong>y arrived on October 4th wrote:<br />
"After having been miserably transferred from one p:<br />
ano<strong>the</strong>r, without ever having Inul n fixed rei<br />
>w at Genoa, oompleb n>, <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> destiny 1<br />
red f<strong>or</strong> us, shut up in inl'erfed m:<br />
with n nnin, without linen, without money,<br />
and what do I say ? without a hope <strong>of</strong> ever teeing our fair<br />
hind."<br />
! was not that <strong>the</strong> fate <strong>of</strong> a crowd <strong>of</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r heroes who<br />
had to undergo, on <strong>the</strong> one side, <strong>the</strong> (.augers<br />
ou <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r <strong>the</strong> h<strong>or</strong>r<strong>or</strong>s <strong>of</strong> captivity ?<br />
<strong>of</strong> fatigue, and,<br />
CHAPTER XV.<br />
PRISONERS rUGITlVKS.<br />
Vict<strong>or</strong> and his two comrades, much m<strong>or</strong>e f<strong>or</strong>tunate th'.n<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir companions languishing in merciless and shameful captivity,<br />
and suffering every ill-treatment from <strong>the</strong>ir barbarous<br />
oppress<strong>or</strong>s, were peacefully sheltered under <strong>the</strong> good hermit's<br />
ro<strong>of</strong>, <strong>or</strong> at <strong>the</strong> hospitable hearth <strong>of</strong> honest Luigi.<br />
Now, one evening, a few days after <strong>the</strong> battle <strong>of</strong> Castelfidardo,<br />
Joseph and Martin went to <strong>the</strong> hermitage to see <strong>the</strong>ir<br />
wounded companion. Suddenly <strong>the</strong>re were some knocks out-<br />
side. <strong>The</strong> hermit immediately rose.<br />
" Who's thtre ?" he asked.<br />
" We're po<strong>or</strong> strangers, we've lost our way. Couldn't we<br />
rest an instant under your ro<strong>of</strong> to ask you f<strong>or</strong> some directions<br />
about our way ?"<br />
Fra Paolo opened <strong>the</strong> do<strong>or</strong>.<br />
"Zouaves! Zouaves!" he cried, joyfully, at <strong>the</strong> sight <strong>of</strong><br />
three young soldiers standing on <strong>the</strong> threshold three po<strong>or</strong> fug-<br />
"<br />
tives <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> Pontifical army. Welcome !" he continued ex-<br />
tending his hand, " welcome !"<br />
And <strong>the</strong>y followed him into his modest dwelling.<br />
" Here are comrades friends, my son," he taid, addressing<br />
Vict<strong>or</strong>.<br />
Our young Belgians had hardly glanced at <strong>the</strong> first <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong><br />
three fugitives, when <strong>the</strong>y all exclaimed joyfully :<br />
"<br />
It is you,<br />
Van Gameren ! welcome !"<br />
And Joseph and Martin rushed f<strong>or</strong>ward to shake hands with<br />
<strong>the</strong>ir companion in arms. But <strong>the</strong> valiant Antwerpian t<strong>or</strong>e<br />
himself from <strong>the</strong>ir arms to cast himself at <strong>the</strong> wounded comrade's<br />
p How.<br />
" 1 But aren't <strong>the</strong>y]ij;ht, my friend?" interrupted Vict<strong>or</strong>,<br />
"<br />
smiling. <strong>The</strong>ir hearts are pure, <strong>the</strong>ir consciences tranquil,<br />
and death is f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong>m only a blessed invitation to <strong>the</strong> never<br />
ending feast, <strong>the</strong> gl<strong>or</strong>ious triumphs <strong>of</strong> heaven."<br />
L<strong>or</strong>enzo continued, f<strong>or</strong> some time longer, to relate to his<br />
audit<strong>or</strong>s everthing inter, sting he had seen at Castelfidardo and<br />
'. <strong>The</strong>n, when night came, ho brought Martin and<br />
'i to his fa<strong>the</strong>r's home, where <strong>the</strong>y were received with<br />
<strong>the</strong> greatest heartiness, and <strong>the</strong> sincerest affection.<br />
Luigi, L<strong>or</strong>enzo's and Marietta's fa<strong>the</strong>r, was a good, honest<br />
utj apparently about fifty. Bettina, his wife, a brisk,<br />
messing little woman, was as good, as affable, and as<br />
sincerely obliging as her husband himself.<br />
<strong>The</strong> two Zouaves had hardly entered this "Vict<strong>or</strong>, my<br />
hospitable ro<strong>of</strong>,<br />
when <strong>the</strong>y were received as if <strong>the</strong>y really belonged to tho<br />
dear comrade, I see you're wounded, you're<br />
suffering ? Oh ! how I thought <strong>of</strong> you, how I trembled f<strong>or</strong><br />
you when I lost sight <strong>of</strong> you in <strong>the</strong> retreat !"<br />
"I believe all hope is not lost, my good Leo," replied <strong>the</strong> in-<br />
"<br />
valid. I've been wounded in <strong>the</strong> side, but I aireail<br />
bitter, and to-day, f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> first time, I have been able to le^vu<br />
my bed."<br />
Meanwhile, Fra Paolo hastened to place a seat f<strong>or</strong> <strong>the</strong> young<br />
Zouaves.<br />
" And now," said <strong>the</strong> old man, "tell us <strong>the</strong> news while I<br />
prepare a modest supper f<strong>or</strong> you."<br />
"<br />
Tell me, first <strong>of</strong> all, Leo," said Vict<strong>or</strong>, "what occurred to<br />
yourself. Weren't you wounded as I feared?"<br />
"No, thank God, my good friend. I didn't receive even <strong>the</strong><br />
slightest scratch. Only since that time my right ear's deaf.<br />
It is <strong>the</strong> fault <strong>of</strong> a cursed ball that carried away a very little<br />
bit <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong> ear, killing a man alongside me. But tho fight <strong>the</strong><br />
massacre ! Ah ! what a dreadful sight ! I've seen almost all<br />
my companions fall, one after <strong>the</strong> o<strong>the</strong>r. Our battalion wax<br />
almost entirely destroyed. And <strong>the</strong> Pope t e unhappy Pontiff<br />
has lost all his possessions, f<strong>or</strong> everywhere vict<strong>or</strong>y fav<strong>or</strong>s <strong>the</strong><br />
Piediuontee."<br />
" True," replied Joseph; "but Ancona still holds out, f<strong>or</strong> it<br />
our own heroic commander. LOIVUJJO (old<br />
is ably defended by<br />
us to-day that up to this time <strong>the</strong> Piedmontese weren't able to<br />
make a breach as large as a foot in <strong>the</strong> wall on <strong>the</strong> inland<br />
side.<br />
" But that noble, that heroic resistance is now, alas ! aimless<br />
and hopeless at least, unless prompt succ<strong>or</strong> guarantees and