to sleep in the hotel, but can you imagine what the anxiety of those

twenty-four hours was? Every voice in the street, every foot-step in the

corridor--!

From the top of the mountain all day a continual booming was heard,

distantly transmitted through the air. It was so incessant and with such

vivacity, one could easily imagine two armies all mixed up into one. The

Red Cross trains bear witness to tremendous battles somewhere--but

where? We hardly know how to contain ourselves in this absolute

ignorance of what is happening in the world. We rush upon and tear to

bits, like beasts of prey, the least little piece of news that comes

straggling within reach and if, by chance, someone comes into the court,

it is enough for all the family, including the servants, to rush to the

windows in excitement.

The soldiers who are in the garage had the delicate idea of killing a

cow therein, which they did, and dismantled the animal then and there.

The next day they dressed themselves in Belgian uniforms, stripped from

the dead, and had themselves photographed before the chateau. We noticed

their laughing and pointing to the attic windows of the house, and we

finally discovered that they had festooned strings of sausages, of their

own recent make, from the window sills, to ripen.

A Baron de S. spent the night here, and told us of the ravages made by

the passing troops at his chateau down in the country. They had buried a

Frenchman in one corner of the garden and two Germans in another and

nothing was left but the house. All engravings and paintings were cut

with a sword; silver platters were melted in a lump in the court yard;

meat was cut up on a beautiful salon table; shoe polish was rubbed on

another; pipes in the kitchen and bathroom were cut to flood the rooms;

every glass in the house was broken and all the linen carried off except

the handkerchiefs.

_October 9th, Friday._

Baron T., another friend of the family, came to lunch. He told us of his

cousin, who was one of the unfortunate victims of the sack of Louvain.

This aged man (seventy years) with a thousand others, was obliged to

walk for twenty-four hours with nothing to eat or drink and arms

stretched up straight over their heads. The poor man, fainting with

fatigue, asked permission of the soldiers to put his hands behind his

neck, but this grace was denied, and after some hours more all the

company was pushed into a cattle train and for eight days taken over the

country, as far as Cologne, and at last released in Brussels, almost

demented.

When this Monsieur--of whom I speak, found himself free again he made

his way, laboriously enough, to his brother's house in Brussels.

The _maitre d'hotel_ opened the door and, seeing this haggard, bootless

individual, who was weakened with fatigue and dazed from his recent

horrible experience, did not recognize him, naturally enough, and

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