The market-place curved around in front of us--a black space with shining tracks, like an old mirror to which the silvering only clings in strips.
At last, night fully come, they bade us march.

They made us go forward and then draw back, with loud words of command, in the tunnels of streets, in alleys and yards.

By lantern light they divided us into squads.

I was assigned to the eleventh, quartered in a village whose still standing parts appeared quite new.

Adjutant Marcassin became my section chief.