THE EMPEROR EATS AND RIDES Sezanne was a scene of the wildest confusion that night.

It was congested with troops and more and more were arriving every minute.
They entered the town in fearful condition.

They had been weary and ragged and naked before.

Now they were in a state of extreme prostration; wet, cold, covered with mud.

The roads were blocked with mired artillery, the guns were sunk into the mud to the hubs, the tired horses could no longer move them.