Some bridges had been constructed across the Marne and the invasion had renewed its march, shouting enthusiastically.

"Nach Paris!" Those left behind till the following day were to live in the ruined houses or the open air.

Desnoyers heard songs.

Under the splendor of the evening stars, the soldiers had grouped themselves in musical knots, chanting a sweet and solemn chorus of religious gravity.

Above the trees was floating a red cloud, intensified by the dusk--a reflection of the still burning village.