CONTENTS
[ TOM BURKE OF “OURS" ]
[ CHAPTER I. ] THE SICK LEAVE
[ CHAPTER II. ] LINTZ
[ CHAPTER III. ] AUSTERLITZ
[ CHAPTER IV. ] THE FIELD AT MIDNIGHT
[ CHAPTER V. ] A MAÎTRE D'ARMES
[ CHAPTER VI. ] THE MILL ON THE HOLITSCH ROAD
[ CHAPTER VII. ] THE ARMISTICE
[ CHAPTER VIII. ] THE COMPAGNIE D'ELITE
[ CHAPTER IX. ] PARIS IN 1800
[ CHAPTER X. ] THE HÔTEL DE CLICHY
[ CHAPTER XI. ] A SALLE DE POLICE
[ CHAPTER XII. ] THE RETURN OF THE WOUNDED
[ CHAPTER XIII. ] THE CHEVALIER
[ CHAPTER XIV. ] A BOYISH REMINISCENCE
[ CHAPTER XV. ] A GOOD-BY
[ CHAPTER XVI. ] AN OLD FRIEND UNCHANGED
[ CHAPTER XVII. ] THE RUE DES CAPUCINES
[ CHAPTER XVIII. ] THE MOISSON d'OR
[ CHAPTER XIX. ] THE TWO SOIREES
[ CHAPTER XX. ] A SUDDEN DEPARTURE
[ CHAPTER XXI. ] THE SUMMIT OF THE LANDGRAFENBERG
[ CHAPTER XXII. ] L'HOMME ROUGE
[ CHAPTER XXII. ] JENA AND AUERSTÄDT
[ CHAPTER XXIV. ] A FRAGMENT OF A MAÎTRE d'ARMES EXPERIENCES
[ CHAPTER XXV. ] BERLIN AFTER “JENA.”
[ CHAPTER XXVI. ] A FOREST PATH
[ CHAPTER XXVII. ] A CHANCE MEETING
[ CHAPTER XXVIII. ] THE PENSION DE LA RUE MI-CARÊME
[ CHAPTER XXIX. ] MY NAMESAKE
[ CHAPTER XXX. ] AN OLD SAILOR OF THE EMPIRE
[ CHAPTER XXXI. ] A MOONLIGHT RECOGNITION
[ CHAPTER XXXII. ] THE FALAISE DE BIVILLE
[ CHAPTER XXXIII. ] THE LANDING
[ CHAPTER XXXIV. ] A CHARACTER OF OLD DUBLIN
[ CHAPTER XXXV. ] AN UNFORSEEN EVIL
[ CHAPTER XXXVI. ] THE PERIL AVERTED
[ CHAPTER XXXVII. ] HASTY RESOLUTION
[ CHAPTER XXXVIII. ] THE LAST CAMPAIGN
[ CHAPTER XXXIX. ] THE BRIDGE OF MONTEREAU
[ CHAPTER XL. ] FONTAINEBLEAU
[ CHAPTER XLI. ] THE CONCLUSION
[ A PARTING WORD. ]ILLUSTRATIONS
[ Browne: Murat and Minnette ]
[ Phiz: Bivwac After the Battle ]
[ Browne: Bivwac After the Battle ]
[ Phiz: Minnette Receives Cross of the Legion ]
[ Browne: Minnette Receives Cross of the Legion ]
[ Browne: The Foraging Party ]
[ Phiz: There was Always a Sting in ye ]
[ Phiz: Minnette at the Bridge ]
TOM BURKE OF “OURS”
CHAPTER I. THE SICK LEAVE.
“What is it, Minette?” said I, for the third time, as I saw her lean her head from out the narrow casement, and look down into the valley beside the river; “what do you see there?”
“I see a regiment of infantry coming along the road from Ulm,” said she, after a pause; “and now I perceive the lancers are following them, and the artillery too. Ah! and farther again, I see a great cloud of dust. Mère de Ciél! how tired and weary they all look! It surely cannot be a march in retreat; and, now that I think of it, they have no baggage, nor any wagons with them.”