"What! Is it you, my poor Joseph?" cried he, springing from his horse.
He lifted me in his arms as if I were an infant, and shouted to the men who were driving the last wagon:
"Halt!"
"Halt! Stop!"
Then embracing me, he placed me in it, my head upon a knapsack. I saw too that he wrapped a great cavalry cloak around my feet, as he cried:
"Forward! Forward! It is growing warm yonder!"
I remember no more, but I have the faint impression of hearing the sound of heavy guns and rattle of musketry, mingled with shouts and commands. Branches of tall pines seemed to pass between me and the sky through the night; but all this might have been a dream. But that day, behind Solmunster, in the woods of Hanau, we had a battle with the Bavarians, and routed them.