And they searched him, thrust miry hands into his pockets, felt under his shirt to see if he had any papers on his person. This amused the men, but did in no way ease the temper of the Prussian aristocrat and tyrant.
The Field
The sky shows cold where the roof has been,
But the stars of night are none the dimmer.
Where the home once stood are the ruins seen,
But the brazier glows with a cheery glimmer—
The old life goes, but the new life fills
The scene of many a peasant story,
And the bursting shells on the sentried hills