told him that I was a watch-maker from
Pfalzbourg, upon which he treated me with more consideration. He said
that his brother travelled in Alsace and Lorraine, with watches, rings,
watch-chains, and other articles of silver and gold, and jewelry, and
that his name was Samuel Meyer, and perhaps we had had business with
him. I replied that I had seen his brother two or three times at Mr.
Goulden's, which was true. Thereupon he ordered the servant to bring
us a pillow, but he did nothing more for us and we went to bed.

We were very weary and were soon sound asleep. I thought to get up
very early and go to the arsenal, but I was still asleep when my
comrade shook me and said: "The assembly!"

I listened--it was the assembly! We only had time to dress, buckle on
our knapsacks, take our guns, and run down. When we reached the
barracks the roll-call had begun. When it was finished two wagons came
up, and we received fifty ball-cartridges each. The Commandant Gemeau,
the captains, and all the officers were there. I saw that all was
over, that I had nothing to count on longer, and that my letter to
Colonel Desmichels might be good after the campaign was over, if I
escaped and should be obliged to serve out my seven years. Zebede
looked at me from a distance--I turned away my head. The order came:

"Carry arms! arms at will! by file! left! forward! march!"

The drums rolled, we marked step, and the roofs, the houses, the
windows, the lanes, and the people seemed to glide past us. We crossed
over the first bridge and the drawbridge. The drums ceased to beat and
we went on toward Thionville. The other troops followed the same
route, cavalry and infantry.

That night we reached the village of Beauregard, the next night we were
at Vitry, near Thionville, where we were stationed till the 8th of
June. Buche and I were lodged with a fat landlord named Pochon. He
was a very good man and gave us excellent white wine to drink, and
liked to talk politics like Mr. Goulden. During our stay in this
village General Schoeffer came from Thionville, and we went to be
reviewed with our arms at a large farm called "Silvange."

It is a woody country, and we often went, several of us together, to
make excursions in the vicinity. One day Zebede came and took me to
see the great foundry at Moyeuvre where we saw then run bullets and
bombs. We talked about Catherine and Mr. Goulden, and he told me to
write to them, but somehow I