The whole horse-shoe is full of artillery.

The bombs and shells from the forts and batteries pass over the French, and explode within the Prussian lines.

A little behind, every house is filled with wounded, who are taken, as soon as their wounds are dressed, inside the town.

One or two batteries occasionally open fire, and occasionally those of the Prussians respond.
Trochu and Ducrot ride about, and, as far as I can see, the latter commands, while the former makes speeches.

Yesterday afternoon we had slightly gained ground, beyond however an occasional discharge from our forts and batteries, there was no fighting.