Personal Memoirs of P. H. Sheridan, General, United States Army — Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 334 pages of information about Personal Memoirs of P. H. Sheridan, General, United States Army — Volume 2.

Personal Memoirs of P. H. Sheridan, General, United States Army — Volume 2 eBook

This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 334 pages of information about Personal Memoirs of P. H. Sheridan, General, United States Army — Volume 2.
he rode up to learn the cause of the hubbub, and immediately recognized and released me.  When he told my wrathy captors who I was, they were much mortified of course, and made the most profuse apologies, promising that no such mistake should occur again, and so on; but not feeling wholly reassured, for my uniform was still liable to mislead, I was careful to return to headquarters in company with my deliverer.  There I related what had occurred, and after a good laugh all round, the King provided me with a pass which he said would preclude any such mishap in the future, and would also permit me to go wherever I pleased—­a favor rarely bestowed.

CHAPTER XVII

Searching for quarters—­hunting up provisions—­A slender breakfast
—­going over the battlefield—­the German artillery—­A group of wounded
—­dining with the King—­on the march—­the Bavarians—­kirschwasser
—­urging on the troops.

While I was absent, as related in the preceding chapter, it had been decided that the King’s quarters should be established for the night in the village of Rezonville; and as it would be very difficult, at such a late hour, to billet the whole party regularly, Count Bismarck and I went off to look for shelter for ourselves.  Remembering that I had seen, when seeking to water my horse, a partly burned barn with some fresh-looking hay in it, I suggested that we lodge there.  He too thought it would answer our purpose, but on reaching it we found the unburned part of the barn filled with wounded, and this necessitating a further search we continued on through the village in quest of some house not yet converted into a hospital.  Such, however, seemed impossible to come upon, so at last the Count fixed on one whose upper floor, we learned, was unoccupied, though the lower one was covered with wounded.

Mounting a creaky ladder—­there was no stairway—­to the upper story, we found a good-sized room with three large beds, one of which the Chancellor assigned to the Duke of Mecklenburg and aide, and another to Count Bismarck-Bohlen and me, reserving the remaining one for himself.  Each bed, as is common in Germany and northern France, was provided with a feather tick, but the night being warm, these spreads were thrown off, and discovering that they would make a comfortable shakedown on the floor, I slept there leaving Bismarck-Bohlen unembarrassed by companionship—­at least of a human kind.

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