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“Did I show you the big Uhlan over there,
mon cher confrère,” said the old village
Doctor pointing down the side aisle. “He
was shot through the spine and I fear he
suffers terribly. Luckily for him I believe
the end is near; it looks to me as though
he would not be here to-morrow.”
“Yes, I know him well,” answered his
colleague, “he is the only Boche here who is
able to speak; I had a long talk with him
this morning; we are great friends. I do not
know if he is a Uhlan or not; he is so covered
with blood and mud that it is impossible to
make out what his uniform is. All I know of
him is that he took part in the massacres of
Dinant.”
“He looks like it,” said the old Doctor.
“We found him down on the river bank under
some willows; he was almost lying in the
water. He is the biggest man I ever set eyes
on; Anatole says it was quite a job to lift
him. He had a collapse when we took him
from the stretcher and put him on the straw;
in fact, I thought he was gone. As I bent over
his face to see if he was dead he opened his
eyes, and he startled us all with such a terrible
scream that one could hear it all over the
church. He screams whenever one comes
near him. I never saw such a wild-looking
man. They are all rather afraid of him here.
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