Every few minutes the cry, "Sentinelles, prenez garde a vous," went along.

Behind them grandes gardes and other patrols were continually passing, and we could hardly move a step without being obliged to give the password, with a bayonet in close proximity to our chests.

The National Guards were sleeping, in some places in tents, in others in huts, and I found many more in the neighbouring houses.

Here and there there was a canteen, where warm coffee and other such refreshments were sold, and in some places casemates were already built.

In the bastions there were camps of Artillerymen, Mobiles, and Nationaux.