The wound must have been twelve or fifteen inches long.
Of the others whom I saw fall, one fell from a slash which cut his head open; the rest were stabbed or shot.
Then, after ten minutes' struggle, the Prussians were beaten; they trusted afresh to the speed of their horses to save them, and set off at full gallop.
The pursuit began again.
The hurricane resumed its course, strewing three or four men on the pavement before it disappeared out of sight.
One of these men was certainly killed, for he never moved; the others got up, or dragged themselves away to the other side of the road. One of them sat up and leant with his back against the wall; the other two, who were probably more seriously wounded, remained lying.
Suddenly a drum was heard summoning to the charge—it was our hundred infantry coming up to take their share of the fight: they marched with fixed bayonets, and disappeared round the bend of the road.
Five minutes later we heard sharp firing, then our hussars reappeared, driven back by five or six hundred cavalry.
The pursuers were now the pursued: but it was quite impossible to see or to distinguish any details in this second flurry of fighting—we only saw three or four more corpses stretched on the road when all was over.
A deep silence succeeded this turmoil. French and Prussians had plunged forward into the town: and, though we waited, we neither saw nor heard anything more.