On the quay, a little to the left, the outdoor camp was just breaking up for the night.

The people of France in arms against tyranny were allowed to put away their work for the day and to go to their miserable homes to gather rest in sleep for the morrow.

A band of soldiers, rough and brutal in their movements, were hustling the women and children.

The little ones, weary, sleepy, and cold, seemed too dazed to move.

One woman had two little children clinging to her skirts; a soldier suddenly seized one of them by the shoulders and pushed it along roughly in front of him to get it out of the way.