'Why, has it been raining ?' she said, 'my feet are in the water.'-- 'No, madame,' replied a person who was passing, 'it is not water.'-- Her feet were in a pool of blood.
"On Rue Grange-Bateliere three corpses were seen in a corner, quite naked.
"During the butchery, the barricades on the boulevards had been carried by Bourgon's brigade.

The corpses of those who had defended the barricade at Porte Saint-Denis, of which we have already spoken at the beginning of our narrative, were piled up before the door of the Maison Jouvin.

'But,' says a witness, 'they were nothing compared to the heaps which covered the boulevard.' "About two paces from the Theatre des Varietes, the crowd stopped to look at a cap full of brains and blood, hung upon a tree.
"A witness says: 'A little beyond the Varietes, I came to a corpse lying on the ground with its face downwards; I tried to raise it, aided by others, but we were repelled by the soldiers.

A little farther on, there were two bodies, a man and a woman; then one alone, a workman' (we abridge the account).

'From Rue Montmartre to Rue du Sentier _one literally walked in blood_; at certain spots, it covered the sidewalk some inches deep, and, without exaggeration, one was obliged to use the greatest caution not to step into it.