Meissonier, his life and his art . MEMORIES 313 to see SO many dead pass over it, alas !) and the 2nd column retiring onMetz. It passed me, and then I rode on alone. The weather hadcleared and brightened. I could see the windings of the Moselle, thecathedral, and the town, growing larger and higher, as I movedfurther from it, with my heart like lead. I was dressed in the queerest fashion. Riding boots, a sort ofjacket made of grey stuff, a shabby straw hat, my cloak slung over myshoulder, my Cross of the Legion of Honour round my neck and noluggage. I had left all that with Prooch. I had nothi
Meissonier, his life and his art . MEMORIES 313 to see SO many dead pass over it, alas !) and the 2nd column retiring onMetz. It passed me, and then I rode on alone. The weather hadcleared and brightened. I could see the windings of the Moselle, thecathedral, and the town, growing larger and higher, as I movedfurther from it, with my heart like lead. I was dressed in the queerest fashion. Riding boots, a sort ofjacket made of grey stuff, a shabby straw hat, my cloak slung over myshoulder, my Cross of the Legion of Honour round my neck and noluggage. I had left all that with Prooch. I had nothing but myholsters, in which I carried soap, &c. In this strange get-up, I mighteasily, in the disturbed state of mens minds, have been taken for aspy. At Gravelotte I made straight for the gendarmes, who weresitting at the door of an inn, asked them to re-arrange my kit on thesaddle, and oflered them a dram. They looked at me, and saidnothing. Then one of them asked my news of Metz. Very bad,I replied. I asked the way to Confl
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