Women were standing at their doors, and peeping their heads out: "Brigands, bandits, they dare to bombard us; wait till to-morrow, we will make them rue it." This, and expressions of a similar nature, was the tone of the small talk.

My own impression is, that the Prussians were firing at the ramparts, and that, as often occurs, their projectiles overshot the mark.

I did not see anyone either killed or wounded, and it seems to me that the most astonishing thing in a bombardment is the little damage it does to life and limb.

I saw a bit of iron cut away a branch from one of the trees, and one shell I saw burst on the road by the river.

In 15 minutes we counted 11 shells whizzing through the air, over our heads, which fell I presume somewhere behind us.