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But the spark had fired the mass. Another shot was fired. A
sensible and visible thrill ran through the front line of the
Communists, they levelled their guns, and the next moment,
as if without orders, they commenced a heavy fusillade upon
the unarmed lines in front. The French citizen who stood
next to Henty, and with whom he had just been in
conversation respecting the probable termination of the
affair, fell dead at his feet, and many of those in the front
row met the same fate, for they were so near the
Communists that the hitter’s muskets almost touched them
when the firing began.
There was utter paralysis for the moment, and then a wild
rush began, men turning upon their heels and running
straight up the Rue de la Paix along which they had
approached, while others, Henty included, turned off to the
right down the first street, a short distance from the
entrance to the Square. It was a state of wild excitement, a
sauve qui peut, men stumbling and tripping over each other
in their desperate haste to escape the storm of bullets that
were whistling by them, too many of which reached their
mark, probably without aim in the excitement of the
discharge. It was a matter of minutes, but the time seemed
long enough before the angle of the street was turned and
the retreating crowd were in comparative safety, though all
were in full expectation, as they tore on, of hearing the
Communists’ advancing tramp and halt as they stopped to
fire down the street. This did not follow, for the insurgents
were too busy in expending their cartridges upon the flying
men who were running straight up the Rue de la Paix, giving
Henty and those with him time to escape up the next street
before they fired in their direction. How many were killed
was never exactly known, but it must certainly have been
sixty or seventy; and he recalled, long years after, the rage
of the peaceful demonstrators against their cowardly
assailants. This was undoubtedly the match that fired one of
the long trains of disaster that ran through Paris during the
holding of the Commune.
It might have been supposed that, warned by the risk of
mingling too much with the excited people, Henty would
have held aloof and avoided too near proximity to the
explosive race, ready to take fire without a moment’s
warning. Yet his thirst for news would not allow him to stay
in the background when information reached him a couple of
days later of the possibility of there being a regular battle in
the streets.
At this time the quarter of the Bank was strongly held by the
National Guard of that arrondissement, and every approach
was thoroughly guarded. A messenger came to Henty at the
hotel where he was staying, with the information that the
Communists were astir in earnest, and had sent two
battalions of their infantry with a battery of artillery to seize
the Mairie of the First Arrondissement.
They gave a look round, and at the first glance saw muskets
at all the windows aimed at them as well as at the gunners
at their posts, and the sight of these menacing muzzles
made such courage as they possessed begin to ooze. They
fully realised that their notion of being able to overawe the
defenders by ordering the field-pieces to the front and
having them charged was a failure, and they felt pretty
certain that were a field-piece discharged they would be
among the first of the victims of the defence. Accordingly
the leaders gathered together and exchanged whispers, the
result of which was that the parley which had come to an
end in a fierce bullying way was reopened in a much tamer
spirit. There was no shouting, no gesticulation, and at the
end of a minute or two these self-constituted heroes of the
moment issued fresh orders to their followers, with the
result that the battery of field-pieces was run back about a
hundred yards. Henty and his companions, who were
standing, as it were, strung up and waiting between two
fires, now began to breathe again, seeing as they did that
the threats of the Communists upon that occasion were
empty wind, for the latter had backed down and dared not
carry out their threats. The struggle with all its horrors was
averted for the time, and to the intense satisfaction of the
civilian spectators, the Communist infantry fell back level
with their guns; mounted officers who acted as aides-de-
camp to the leaders of the enemy cantered to and fro to the
Hôtel de ville with messages and fresh orders, with the
result at last that each party agreed to hold its own till after
the elections that were about to take place. Henty, who had
stood fast through all, narrates that of all the episodes he
witnessed during the Commune, these were the most
exciting incidents through which he passed.
Chapter Twenty Three.
For the fighting in Paris was now going on more fiercely than
ever. Grape-shot and shell from the batteries of field-pieces,
from the various barricades and the forts engaged, worked
dire havoc, and just at this time in particular, Henty relates
the fact that from nearly every house and almost every
window in the better streets hung the gay tricolour flag, in
proof that the occupants were anti-Communists, and
opposed to the red. In the boulevards and elsewhere the
openings, whether gratings or windows, were all covered up
with heaps of wet sand or mud, or by tightly-fitting boards.
This precaution was taken on account of the fiendish women
belonging to the Commune, who were going about pouring
petroleum into the cellars and then throwing down lighted
matches. On one day alone, marked by fresh fires constantly
breaking out, Henty saw lying on the pavement the bodies of
two women, who had just been taken in their deadly pursuit
and shot. Six more were lying close to the ruins of the Palais
Royal. The death sentence had been promulgated by
MacMahon, not only for the protection of the city, but of the
lives of the troops as well, for the Communists were
desperate, and again and again wires laid for communication
with mines were torn up; this saved the principal buildings.
Despite all the horrors of destruction and the retribution that
followed, it was necessary for orders to be issued as to the
early closing of public buildings. Something had to be done
to put an end to the sight-seeing of the people who were
prowling about, eager to get a glimpse of a stray corpse or a
pool of blood, or to follow the troops leading off a prisoner,
man or woman, to be shot; any sensation, no matter how
terrible, was followed up with the same eagerness with
which at home in England people would hurry to a race
meeting or to some royal event.