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At daybreak, the troops began to pour out from the town; and the

cannonade commenced with greater fury on both sides. Two of the

orderlies, in obedience to General Pelissier's orders, gave up

their horses to the Barclays; who rode out with the general's

staff. The Prussians had evidently been reinforced, in the night;

but the French nevertheless gained ground, gradually. After several

hours' heavy cannonading, the Mobilises were ordered to take the

position of Fontaine les Dijon, with the bayonet. Three

Zouaves--who happened to be present--took their places at the head

of the column and, at the double, they went up the hill amidst a

storm of shot and shell. The Germans did not await the assault, but

fell back upon Daix.

The spirit of the Mobilises was now up and, still led by the three

Zouaves, they dashed forward. The resistance here was obstinate;

but the Germans were driven back, with great loss. The pursuers

gave them no rest; but went forward at the double, and drove them

out of Hauteville at the bayonet's point, thus winning back all the

positions lost in the night. The Barclays had little to do during

the affair as, after the orders had once been given, the spirit of

the troops carried them on over everything. The loss upon both

sides was considerable, and one of General Werder's sons was among

the prisoners taken by the French.

The fight over, the boys returned home for a few hours. Their

father had come in half an hour before them.

The next morning they returned, at daybreak, to Dijon. The

Prussians had received considerable reinforcements, in the night;

and had executed a long detour, advancing this time by the Langres

Road, nearly due north of the city. They left the road and took up

their position upon a plateau, near the village of Pouilly, about

three miles from Dijon. The French positions were about a mile

nearer to the town, extending from the foot of Fontaine les Dijon

through the villages of Saint Marten, and Fontaine.

From the morning, until three in the day, a heavy artillery fire

was kept up, on both sides. At that hour, the Prussians gave signs

of an intention to advance. Their artillery took up fresh

positions, their fire increased in rapidity, and it was evident

that the crisis of the day was at hand. Up to this time, the boys

had had but little to do. Sitting on their horses, or leaning

against them, they had chatted with the officers of the general

staff. At this period, however, General Garibaldi drew up; and

there was a brief consultation between him and General Pelissier. A

few hasty orders were given and, in an instant, the whole of the

staff were dashing away to different parts of the ground.

"Charge in line!" was the order and, forming shoulder to shoulder,

the Garibaldians and Mobiles moved forward in a grand line, a mile

and a half long; uttering loud and inspiriting cheers. The boys had

been sent to the regiments next to each other and, their message

delivered, they joined each other and rode on with the advancing

line.

"This is grand, Ralph," Percy said, enthusiastically. "We have seen

a good many defeats. We are going to wind up with a victory, at

last."

For a while the Germans stood their ground, pouring a shower of

shot and shell into the advancing French; but the dash and go of

the latter--excited by their successes of the two preceding

days--were irresistible. The Germans wavered and fell back as the

French advanced and, from that moment, the fate of the day was

decided. Isolated German regiments fought desperately, but in vain.

The French pushed them back, from position to position, until

nightfall covered the retreat.

The German loss was very heavy; and the French, in addition to a

considerable number of prisoners, had the satisfaction of taking a

German color--the only one captured throughout the war.

This was the last fight in which the Barclays took part during the

war. The boys escaped unhurt; as did their father, who had joined

one of the regiments of Mobiles, and had advanced with them.

The events followed fast, day after day. In rapid succession, they

heard of the defeat of Chanzy at Le Mans, the retreat of Bourbaki;

the terrible sufferings of the troops, as they fell back upon the

Swiss frontier, for refuge. Simultaneously with the news of this

retreat came the intelligence of the surrender of Paris, and of the

armistice and, grieving over France's misfortune, they were yet

heartily rejoiced that the hopeless contest was over.

No sooner were the preliminaries of peace signed than Captain

Barclay carried out his intention of leaving for England. Monsieur

Duburg had already agreed to purchase the cottage, and adjoining

grounds; which he intends for Louis, when he marries. The Barclays

were sorry to leave their uncle and cousins, but there was no great

grief with reference to the separation from Madame Duburg.

General Tempe they parted from with regret. That officer's fighting

days were over, for he lost a leg in the battle before Le Mans.

Ralph obtained the step as major, in consequence of General

Chanzy's report in his favor, but he never put on the uniform of

the rank; nor is it likely that he ever will do so, although he

hopes, some day, to attain the grade in the British service. He is

at present studying hard for an examination in the artillery which,

if practical knowledge goes for anything, he is pretty certain to get.

Percy has had enough of fighting, and his present idea is that he

shall go to the Bar; but he has plenty of time before him, yet.

Both never boast of their achievements--indeed, are straightforward,

unaffected English lads, still--and it is only to intimate friends

that they ever speak of their adventures in the war.

The Barclays live now a short distance out of London; and the pony

chaise in which Captain Barclay drives his wife and Milly can be

seen, any day, on the Richmond road. If you stop and watch it turn

into the little drive, up to the house, you will observe that a

one-armed man--who has previously been busy in the garden--throws

down his spade, and takes the ponies off to the stables and, should

he not happen to be at the front of the house, as the ponies draw

up, you will hear Milly summon him with a loud call of "Tim!"

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