An instant after there was seen to flow from the mouth of the metal pipes a red, smoking stream.

It was blood.
"A captain, with his eyes starting from their sockets, cried to the soldiers: 'No quarter!' A major vociferated: 'Enter the houses and kill every one!' "Sergeants were heard to say: '_Pitch into the Bedouins; hit them hard!_' 'In the uncle's time,' says a witness, 'the soldiers used to call the civilians _pekins_.

At present, we are Bedouins; the soldiers massacred the people to the cry of "_Give it to the Bedouins_."' "At the Frascati Club, where many of the regular frequenters of the place were assembled, among them an old general, they heard the thunder of musketry and artillery, and could not believe that the troops were firing ball.

They laughed, and said to one another: 'It's blank cartridges.

What a _mise-en-scene_! What an actor this Bonaparte is!' They thought they were at the Circus.