He uttered the most heart-rending cries, and, holding up a bridle that he had in his hand, waved it in the air, exclaiming, 'I am sent on an errand!' He was killed.

Three balls perforated his breast.

All along the boulevards were heard the shrieks and heavy falls of the wounded, whom the soldiers pierced with their bayonets, and then left, without taking the trouble to despatch them.
[1] "We may name the witness who saw this.

He is one of the proscribed; it is M.Versigny, a representative of the people.
He says:-- "'I can still see, opposite Rue du Croissant, an unfortunate itinerant vender of cocoa, with his tin can on his back, stagger, then gradually sink in a heap, and fall dead before a shop.

Armed only with his bell, he had received all by himself the honour of being fired at by a whole platoon.' "The same witness adds:--'The soldiers swept the streets with their guns, even where there was not a paving-stone moved from its place, not a single combatant.'" "Some villains seized the opportunity to steal.