ABSTRACT
In the long column of soldiers of all arms, of all corps, of all regiments, who were retreating, each one going his own way, the small group of which the Emperor was the centre marched with all the rest, going to Philippeville. It was a summer night without a moon; one could see, but not clearly. Bivouac fires could be seen here and there on the road, and around them men were resting, worn out and dying of hunger. We went on calmly and quietly, the horses at a walk.
