julian wyatt had expected that there would be some formalities on his arrival at nantes—that he should probably be taken before a court of some sort,—and he determined to make a protest, and to declare that he had been forcibly brought over from england. at the same time he felt that to do so would make little difference in his position. when holland was overrun with the french, all english residents were thrown into prison, and the same thing had happened after the short peace; still he determined to make the effort, for he thought that as a civilian he might not be placed in a military prison, and might, therefore, have a better chance of making his escape. he had, however, no opportunity for protest or remonstrance. the captain of the lugger and two of his men went ashore as soon as the craft was moored alongside the quay.
a quarter of an hour later they returned with a sergeant and two soldiers. the captain pointed him out to the sergeant. the latter crossed the plank on to the deck, put his hand on julian's shoulder, and motioned to him to follow him ashore.
"good-bye, young fellow!" markham said, as, feeling the uselessness of protest or resistance, julian moved towards the plank. "i am very sorry for you, but there is nothing else to do, and you will be as well there as anywhere, for you couldn't show your face in weymouth. i will keep my promise, never fear; and some day or other everyone shall know that you had nothing to do with giving that fellow the end he deserved."
julian was marched along the quay for some distance, and then through the streets till they came to a large building. the sergeant rang the bell at the gate. when it was opened he entered with julian, leaving the two soldiers without. a sub-officer of the prison came up, and the sergeant handed to him a paper, which was an order signed by the mayor for the governor of the prison to receive an english sailor, name unknown, age twenty-one, who had been picked up at sea by the master of the french lugger lucille. the official gave a receipt to the sergeant for the prisoner, and a warder then led julian away to a vaulted hall, where some forty or fifty men were either lying on some straw or were walking up and down in the endeavour to warm themselves. julian saw at once that they were english sailors, although their clothes were for the most part ragged and torn.
"hulloa, mate!" one of them said as the door closed behind him. "have you come all alone? for the most part we arrive in batches. where do you hail from, and what was your ship?"
"i hail from weymouth," julian replied cheerfully, his habit of making the best of things at once asserting itself. "i don't know that i can be said to belong to any ship, but i made the passage across in a french smuggling lugger, the lucille. i suppose i ought to feel indebted to them, for they brought me across without asking for any passage-money; but they have played me a dirty trick here, for they have handed me over to the authorities, as far as i can understand the matter, as a man-of-war sailor they have picked up."
"what were you doing on board?" another sailor asked. "did you have to leave england in a hurry?"
"i left in a hurry because i could not help it. going across the hills i came quite accidentally upon one of the smugglers' hiding-places, and was seized before i had time to say a word. there was a little discussion among themselves as to what they would do with me, and i should have had my throat cut if an englishman among them had not known that i was friends with most of the fishermen there, and had been present once or twice when a cargo was run. so they finally made up their minds to bring me over here, and as they feared i might, if i returned, peach as to their hiding-place, they trumped up this story about me, and handed me over to the french to take care of."
"well, that story will do just as well as another," one of the sailors laughed. "as to their taking care of you, beyond looking sharp that you don't get away, the care they give you ain't worth speaking of. we are pretty nigh starved, and pretty nigh frozen. well, there is one thing, we shall get out of it in two or three days, for we hear that we are all to be marched off somewhere. a batch generally goes off once a fortnight."
"are you mostly men-of-war's men?"
"none of us, at least not when we were taken, though i reckon most of us have had a spell at it one time or other. no; we all belong to two ships that were captured by a couple of their confounded privateers. the one i belonged to was bound for sicily with stores for some of the troops stationed there; the other lot were on their way to the tagus. they caught us off finisterre within a couple of days of each other. we both made a fight of it, and if we had been together when they came up, we might have beaten them off; but we had not any chance single-handed against two of them, for they both carried much heavier metal than we did. i don't think we should have resisted if we had not thought that the noise of the guns might have brought one of our cruisers up. but we had no such luck, and so here we are."
"i suppose, lad, you haven't got anything to pay your footing with? they did not leave us a sou in our pockets, and i don't suppose the smugglers were much more generous to you."
"yes, they were," julian said. "i have a guinea and some odd silver. i will keep the odd silver for the present, for it may come in handy later on; but here is the guinea, and if there are any means of getting anything with it, order what you like."
there was a shout of satisfaction, followed by an animated debate as to how the money should be spent. julian learnt that there was no difficulty in obtaining liquor in the prison, as one of the warders had permission to sell it in quantities not exceeding one glass, for which the charge was four sous, and also that prisoners with money could send out for food. after much discussion, it was finally settled that forty-five pints of soup and the same number of rations of rum should be obtained. the soup was but three sous a pint, which would leave them enough for a tot of grog all round next day. one of them, who had been first mate on board—for julian found that only the masters had separate treatment as officers—went across to the man who supplied liquor. the warder soon returned with him, carrying four bottles, a large stone jar of water, and two or three small tin cups. the mate, who spoke french pretty fluently, had a sharp argument with him as to the amount in french money that he should receive as change out of the guinea; and as he had learnt from one of the last batch that had been sent away, the proper rate of exchange in the town, he finally got the best of it, and the work of serving out the liquor then began.
a few of the sailors tossed off their allowance without water, but most of them took it half and half, so as to make it go further. undoubtedly if the warder would have sold more than one allowance to each man the whole of the guinea would at once have been laid out, but he was firm on this point. soon afterwards the prisoners' dinner was brought in. it consisted of a slice of black bread to each man and a basin of very thin broth, and julian was not surprised at the hungry look that he had noticed on the men's faces.
"pretty poor fare, isn't it, mate?" one of them said as he observed the air of disfavour with which julian regarded his rations. "it has been a matter of deep calculation with these french fellows as to how little would do just to keep a man alive, and i reckon they have got it to a nicety. this is what we have three times a day, and i don't know whether one is most hungry when one turns in at night, or when one turns out in the morning. however, we shall be better off to-night. we get our supper at six, and at eight we shall get in that stuff you paid for. it is a precious deal better than this, i can tell you; for one of our chums managed to hide two or three shillings when they searched us, and got some in, and it was good, and no mistake; and they give half a slice of bread with each pint. it is better bread than this black stuff they give us in prison. though an english dog would turn up his nose at it, still it helps to fill up."
the second supper was voted a great success, and after it was eaten, the men, cheered by its warmth, and freed for a time from the annoying feeling of hunger they generally experienced, became quite merry. several songs were sung, but at the conclusion of a grand chorus an armed warder came in and ordered them to be silent.
"if the governor hears you making that row," he said, "you will have one of your meals cut off to-morrow."
the threat was effectual, and the men lay down in the straw as close as they could get to each other for warmth, as by this means the thin rug each had served out to him sufficed to spread over two bodies, and their covering was thus doubled. julian had really another guinea besides the silver in his pocket, but he had thought it better to make no mention of this, as in case of his ever being able to make his escape, it would be of vital service to him. the following day there was another council over the ten francs still remaining. a few would have spent it in another allowance of rum all round, but finally, by an almost unanimous vote, it was determined that fifteen clay pipes should be obtained, and the rest laid out in tobacco. the forty-five were solemnly divided into three watches. each member of a watch was to have a pipe, which was to be filled with tobacco. this he could smoke fast or slow as he chose, or, if he liked, could use the tobacco for chewing. at the end of half an hour the pipes were to be handed over to the next watch, and so on in regular order until evening.
this plan was carried out, and afforded unbounded satisfaction, and many loudly regretted that it had not been thought of at first, as the money spent on grog would have largely extended the time the tobacco would hold out. so jealous did the men become of their store of tobacco that the mate was requested to fill all the pipes, as some of the men in helping themselves rammed their pipes so closely that they held double the proper allowance of tobacco. this treat at once established julian as a popular character, and upon his lamenting, when talking to the mate, his inability to speak french, the latter offered to teach him as much as he could. directly he began three or four of the younger sailors asked to be allowed to listen, a school was established in one corner of the room, and for several hours a day work went on, both master and pupils finding that it greatly shortened the long weary hours of idleness.
three weeks passed without change. then they were told that next morning they would be marched away to make room for another batch of prisoners that had been brought into the fort that afternoon. all were glad of the change, first, because it was a change, and next, because they all agreed they could not be worse off anywhere than they were at nantes. they were mustered at daybreak, formed up in fours, and with a guard of twenty soldiers with loaded muskets marched out from the prison gates. the first day's journey was a long one. keeping along the north bank of the loire, they marched to angers, which they did not reach until night was falling. many of the men, wholly unaccustomed to walking, were completely worn out before they reached their destination, but as a whole, with the exception of being somewhat footsore, they arrived in fair condition. julian marched by the side of the first mate, and the lesson in french was a long one, and whiled away the hours on the road.
"it would not be difficult for us, if we were to pass the word down, to fall suddenly on our guards and overpower them," the mate said in one of the pauses of their talk. "a few of us might be shot, but as soon as we had knocked some of them over and got their arms, we should easily make an end of the rest. the difficulty would be what to do afterwards."
"that is a difficulty there is no getting over," julian said. "with the exception of yourself, there is not one who speaks french well."
"i don't speak it well," the mate said. "i know enough to get on with, but the first person that i addressed would see at once that i was a foreigner. no; we should all be in the same boat, and a very bad boat it would be. we should all be hunted down in the course of twenty-four hours, and i expect would be shot twelve hours afterwards. i think that instead of sending twenty men with us they might safely have sent only two, for it would be simply madness to try to escape. if one alone could manage to slip off there would be some chance for him. there is no doubt that the bretons are bitterly opposed to the present state of things, and have not forgotten how they suffered in their rising early in the days of the republic. they would probably conceal a runaway, and might pass him along through their woods to st. malo or one of the other seaports, and thence a passage across might be obtained in a smuggler, but it would be a hazardous job."
"too hazardous for me to care to undertake, even if i got the chance to slip away," julian said.
"you are right, mate; nothing short of a big reward would tempt any of the smugglers to run the risk of carrying an escaped prisoner out of the country; and as i have not a penny in my pocket, and nothing to draw on at home—for there is only my pay due up to the date we were captured when we were only eight days out—i should not have the slightest chance of getting away. no; i shall take whatever comes. i expect we are in for it to the end of the war, though when that will be is more than any man can tell."
they were marched into the prison at angers, where they were provided with a much more bountiful meal than they had been accustomed to, a good allowance of straw, and two blankets each. to their great satisfaction they were not called at daybreak, and on questioning one of the warders who brought in their breakfast, the first mate learnt that after the march to angers it was customary to allow a day's rest to the prisoners going through. they were ready for the start on the following morning, and stopped for that night at la flèche. the next march was a long one to vend?me, and at this place they again halted for a day. stopping for a night at beaugency, they marched to orleans, where was a large prison. here they remained for a week. the guards who had accompanied them from nantes left them here at orleans and returned by water.
from orleans they struck more to the north, and after ten days' marching arrived at verdun, which was, they learned, their final destination. here there were fully a thousand english prisoners, for the most part sailors. the greater portion of them were lodged in wooden huts erected in a great courtyard surrounded by a high wall. the food was coarse, but was much more abundant than it had been at nantes. the newly arrived party were quartered together in one of the huts.
night and day sentries were posted on the wall, along which a wooden platform, three feet from the top, permitted them to pass freely; on this sentry-boxes were erected at short intervals. as soon as their escort had left them, the newcomers were surrounded by sailors eager to learn the last news from england—how the war was going on, and what prospect there was of peace. as soon as their curiosity was satisfied, the crowd speedily dispersed. julian was struck with the air of listless indifference that prevailed among the prisoners, but it was not long before he quite understood it. cut off from all news, without hope of escape or exchange, it was difficult for even the most light-hearted to retain their spirits.
as sailors, the men were somewhat better able to support the dull hopelessness of their lives than others would have been. most of them were handy in some way or other, and as they were permitted by the authorities to make anything they could, they passed much of their time in working at something or other. some cut out and rigged model ships, others knitted, some made quilts from patches purchased for a trifle by the warders for them in the town, some made fancy boxes of straw, others carved walking-sticks, paper-cutters, and other trifles.
each day, two or three of their number had permission to go down into the town to sell their own and their comrades' manufactures, and to buy materials. there was a fair sale for most of the articles, for these were bought not only by the townspeople, but by pedlars, who carried them through the country. the prices obtained were small, but they afforded a profit over the money laid out in materials, sufficient to purchase tobacco and other little luxuries—the introduction of spirits into the prison being, however, strictly forbidden. of more importance than the money they earned, was the relief to the tedium of their life in the work itself. julian found a similar relief in studying french. there were some among the prisoners who spoke the language far better than did the mate, and after three months' work with the latter, julian was advised by him to obtain a better teacher. he found no difficulty in getting one, who spoke french really well, to talk with him three or four hours a day on condition of being supplied with tobacco during that time; and as tobacco was very cheap, and could be always bought from the soldiers, julian's store of money was not much diminished by the outlay.
he himself had now regularly taken to smoking; not at first because he liked it, but because he saw how much it cheered and comforted his comrades, who, however, generally used it in the sailor fashion of chewing. escape was never talked of. the watch kept was extremely strict, and as on getting outside of the walls of the courtyard, they would but find themselves in a town girt in by walls and fortifications, the risk was altogether too great to be encountered. it had been attempted many times, but in the great majority of cases the fugitives had been shot, and their bodies had always been brought back to the prison in order to impress the others with the uselessness of the attempt. a very few, indeed, had got away; at least, it was supposed that they had done so, as their bodies had not been brought back; but it was generally considered that the chances were enormously against their being able to make their way over the wide extent of country between verdun and the sea, and then to succeed in obtaining a passage to some neutral port, from which they could make their way to england. several times offers of freedom were made to such of the prisoners as volunteered to enter the french army or navy, but very few availed themselves of them.
at the end of ten months, julian was able to speak french fluently. large bodies of troops were continually marching through the town bound for the east, and the prisoners learned from the guards that the general belief was that napoleon intended to invade russia.
"i have a good mind to enlist," julian said one day, to his friend the mate. "of course, nothing would persuade me to do so if it were a question of fighting against the english. but now that i have learnt french fairly, i begin to find this life horrible, and am longing intensely to be doing something. there are the reasons that i have already told you of why, even if i were free, i could not go home. i might as well be taking part in this campaign as staying in prison. besides, i should have infinitely better chances of escape as a soldier than we have here, and if i find i don't like it, i can at least try to get off."
"well, placed as you are, wyatt, i don't know that i should not be inclined to do the same. at any rate, you would be seeing something of life, instead of living like a caged monkey here. of course, as you say, no one would dream of such a thing if one would have to go to spain to fight our fellows there. still, if by any chance, after this russian business, your regiment was ordered back to france, and then to spain, you would at any rate have a fair chance of escaping on such a journey. i would not do it myself, because i have a wife at home. one hopes, slight as the chance seems to be, that some day there will be a general exchange of prisoners. but as you can't go home, i don't know but that it would be a good plan for you to do what you propose. at any rate, your life as a soldier would be a thousand times better than this dog's existence."
"i could put up with that for myself, but it is awful seeing many of the men walking about with their heads down, never speaking for hours, and the pictures of hopeless melancholy. see how they die off, not from hunger or fever, for we have enough to eat, but wasting away and dying from home-sickness, and because they have nothing to live for. why, of the forty-five of us who came up together, ten have gone already; and there are three or four others who won't last long. it is downright heartbreaking; and now that i have no longer anything to keep my thoughts employed a good part of the day, i begin to feel it myself. i catch myself saying, what is the use of it all, it would be better make a bolt and have done with it. i can quite understand the feelings of that man who was shot last week. he ran straight out of the gate; he had no thought of escape; he simply did it to be shot down by the sentries, instead of cutting his own throat. i don't believe i could stand it much longer, jim; and even if i were certain of being killed by a russian ball i think i should go."
"go then, lad," the man said. "i have always thought that you have borne up very well; but i know it is even worse for you than it is for us sailors. we are accustomed to be cooped up for six months at a time on board a ship, without any news from outside; with nothing to do save to see that the decks are washed, and the brasses polished, except when there is a shift of wind or a gale. but to anyone like yourself, i can understand that it must be terrible; and if you feel getting into that state, i should say go by all means."
"i will give you a letter before i enlist, jim; and i will get you, when you are exchanged, to go down with it yourself to weymouth, and tell them what became of me, and why i went into the french army. don't let them think that i turned traitor. i would shoot myself rather than run the risk of having to fight englishmen. but when it is a choice between fighting russians and going out of my mind, i prefer shouldering a french musket. i will write the letter to-day. there is no saying when they may next call for volunteers; for, as you know, those who step forward are taken away at once, so as to prevent their being persuaded by the others into drawing back."
the next day julian wrote his letter. he recapitulated the arguments he had used to the mate, and bade frank and his aunt a final farewell. "i may, of course, get through the campaign," he said. "the french soldiers here seem to think that they will sweep the russians before them, but that is their way. they talked of sweeping us out of the peninsula, and they haven't done it yet; and there is no doubt that the russians are good soldiers, and will make a big fight of it. i hope you won't feel cut up about this, and really i care little whether i leave my bones in russia or not. it may be twenty years or even longer before that fellow markham's letter arrives to clear me. and until then i cannot return to england, or at any rate to weymouth; indeed, wherever i was, i should live with the knowledge that i might at any moment be recognized and arrested. therefore while others here have some hope of a return home, either by an exchange of prisoners or by the war coming to an end, i have nothing to look forward to. so you see, old fellow, that it is as well as it is.
"i have to earn my own living somehow, and this way will suit me better than most. only, of one thing be sure, that if at the end of the russian war i return alive, and my regiment is sent where there is a chance of fighting our people, i shall take an opportunity of deserting. as i have told you, i can speak french fairly well now, and after a few months in a french regiment i shall be able to pass as a native, and should have a good chance of making my way somehow through the country to the frontier. my idea at present is that i should make for genoa and ship there as a sailor on board an italian vessel, or, better still, if we happen to be masters of the place, or our fleet near, should either enlist in one of our regiments, or ship on board one of our men-of-war. i should, of course, take another name, and merely say that i had been captured by the french at sea, had been a prisoner at verdun, and had managed to get free, and make my way across the country. probably in any case i shall do this when the regiment returns from russia. two or three years' absence, and a fair share of the hardships of a soldier's life, and a disguise, might enable me without detection to travel down to weymouth and see aunt, and learn if there had been any news from markham.
"whether i shall find you there or not i can't tell. i have but little hope that you will be able to get a commission. this affair of mine will be, i fear, an absolute bar to that. but, wherever you may be, i shall do my best to find you out, after i have seen aunt. this will be given you by a good fellow named jim thompson. he has been a first mate, and has been a good friend to me ever since i have been over here. if he is exchanged, he will bring it to you; if not, he will give it to one of the men who is exchanged to post it on his arrival in england. i shall direct it both to you and aunt, so that if you are away from weymouth she will open it. god bless you both."
three days later a notice was posted in the prison saying that any of the prisoners who chose to volunteer for service in germany were at liberty to do so. they would not be called upon at any future time for service against british troops, but would have the liberty to exchange into regiments destined for other service. eight men, including julian, came forward, when, an hour later, a french officer entered and called for volunteers. julian had already announced his intention of doing so to his comrades in the hut, and to his other acquaintances.
"you see," he said, "we shall not be called upon for service against the english, and i would rather fight the russians than stay in this place for years."
hitherto the men who had volunteered had been hooted by their fellow-prisoners as they went out, but the promise that they should not be called upon for service against british troops made a great difference in the feeling with which the offer was regarded, and had it not been for the hope that everyone felt that he should ere long be exchanged, the number who stepped forward would have been greatly increased. a strong french division had marched into verdun that morning, and the new volunteers were all divided among different corps. julian, who now stood over six feet, was told off to a grenadier regiment. a uniform was at once given to him from those carried with the baggage of the regiment, and the sergeant of the company in which he had been placed took him to its barrack-room.
"comrades," he said, "here is a new recruit. he is an englishman who has the good sense to prefer fighting the russians to rotting in prison. he is a brave fellow, and speaks our language well, and i think you will find him a good comrade. he has handed over twenty francs to pay his footing in the company. you must not regard him as a traitor to his country, my friends, for he has received from the colonel a paper authorizing him to exchange into a regiment destined for other service, in case, after we have done with the russians, we should be sent to some place where we should have to fight against his countrymen."
in half an hour julian felt at home with his new comrades. they differed greatly in age: some among them had grown grizzly in the service, and had fought in all the wars of the republic and empire; others were lads not older than himself, taken but a month or two before from the plough. after they had drunk the liquor purchased with his twenty francs, they patted him on the back and drank to the health of jules wyatt, for julian had entered under his own surname, and his christian name was at once converted to its french equivalent. with his usual knack of making friends, he was soon on excellent terms with them all, joined in their choruses, and sang some english songs whose words he had as an exercise translated into french, and when the men lay down for the night on their straw pallets it was generally agreed that the new comrade was a fine fellow and an acquisition to the company.
the division was to halt for two days at verdun, and the time was spent, as far as julian was concerned, in the hands of a sergeant, who kept him hard at work all day acquiring the elements of drill. on the third morning the regiment marched off at daybreak, julian taking his place in the ranks, with his knapsack and firelock. after the long confinement in the prison he found his life thoroughly enjoyable. sometimes they stopped in towns, where they were either quartered in barracks or billeted on the inhabitants; sometimes they slept under canvas or in the open air, and this julian preferred, as they built great fires and gathered round them in merry groups. the conscripts had by this time got over their home-sickness, and had caught the martial enthusiasm of their older comrades. all believed that the grande armée would be invincible, and fears were even expressed that the russians would not venture to stand against them. some of the older men, however, assured them that there was little chance of this.
"the russians are hardy fighters, comrades," one of the veterans said. "parbleu! i who tell you, have fought against them, and they are not to be despised. they are slow at manu?vring, but put them in a place and tell them to hold it, and they will do it to the last. i fought at austerlitz against the austrians, and at jena against the prussians, and in a score of other battles in germany and italy, and i tell you that the russians are the toughest enemies i have met, save only your islanders, jules. i was at talavera, and the way your people held that hill after the cowardly spaniards had bolted and left them, and at last rolled us down it, was a thing i don't want to see again. i was wounded and sent home to be patched up, and that is how i come to be here marching against russia instead of being under soult in spain. no, comrades, you take my word for it, big as our army will be, we shall have some tough fighting to do before we get to moscow or st. petersburg, whichever the little corporal intends to dictate terms in."
"it is as you say, victor," one of the other veterans said, "and it is all the better. it would be too bad if we had to march right across europe and back without firing a shot, but i, who know the russians too, feel sure that that will never be."
many a merry martial song was sung at the bivouac fires, many a story of campaigns and battles told, and no thought of failure entered the minds of anyone, from the oldest veteran to the youngest drummer-boy. of an evening, after halting, julian generally had half an hour's drill, until, three weeks after leaving verdun, he was pronounced fit to take part in a review under the eyes of the emperor himself. his readiness to oblige, even to undertaking sentry duty for a comrade who had grown footsore on the march, or was suffering from some temporary ailment, his cheeriness and good temper, had by this time rendered him a general favourite in the company, and when he was dismissed from drill the veterans were always ready to give him lessons with the sabre or rapier in addition to those he received from the ma?tre d'armes of the regiment. julian entered into these exercises with great earnestness. quarrels between the men were not infrequent, and these were always settled by the sabre or straight sword, the officers' permission being necessary before these duels took place. it was seldom that their consequences were very serious. the ma?tre d'armes was always present, and put a stop to the fight as soon as blood was drawn. at present julian was on the best terms with all his comrades, but he felt that, if he should become involved in a quarrel, he of all men must be ready to vindicate his honour and to show that, englishman as he was, he was not a whit behind his comrades in his readiness to prove his courage. thus, then, he worked with ardour, and ere long became able to hold his own even with the veterans of the regiment.
