A milkwoman came up.
They overturned the milk-cart.
A baker was passing in his bread-cart. He saw what was being done, attempted to escape, and urged his horse to a gallop. Two or three street Arabs—those children of Paris brave as lions and agile as cats—sped after the baker, ran past his horse, which was still galloping, stopped it, and brought back the cart to the barricade which had been begun.
They overturned the bread-cart.
An omnibus came up on the road from the Bastille.
"Very well!" said the conductor, "I see what is going on."
He descended with a good grace, and told his passengers to get down, while the coachman unharnessed his horses and went away shaking his cloak.
They overturned the omnibus.
The four vehicles placed end to end barely barred the street of the Faubourg, which in this part is very wide. While putting them in line the men of the barricade said,—
"Let us not injure the carts more than we can help."