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de with him. Monton and Duroc Rode on a sledge behind.--The order bade That we should not be told it for a while. [Other soldiers spring up as they realize the news, and stamp hither and thither, impotent with rage, grief, and despair, many in their physical weakness sobbing like children.] SPIRIT SINISTER Good. It is the selfish and unconscionable characters who are so much regretted. STRAGGLER He felt, or feigned, he ought to leave no longer A land like Prussia 'twixt himself and home. There was great need for him to go, he said, To quiet France, and raise another army That shall replace our bones. SEVERAL [distractedly] Deserted us! Deserted us!--O, after all our pangs We shall see France no more! [Some become insane, and go dancing round. One of them sings.] MAD SOLDIER'S SONG I Ha, for the snow and hoar! Ho, for our fortune's made! We can shape our bed without sheets to spread, And our graves without a spade. So foolish Life adieu, And ingrate Leader too. --Ah, but we loved you true! Yet--he-he-he! and ho-ho-ho-!-- We'll never return to you. II What can we wish for more? Thanks to the frost and flood We are grinning crones--thin bags of bones Who once were flesh and blood. So foolish Life adieu, And ingrate Leader too. --Ah, but we loved you true! Yet--he-he-he! and ho-ho-ho!-- We'll never return to you. [Exhausted, they again crouch round the fire. Officers and privates press together for warmth. Other stragglers arrive, and sit at the backs of the first. With the progress of the night the stars come out in unusual brilliancy, Sirius and those in Orion flashing like stilettos; and the frost stiffens. The fire sinks and goes out; but the Frenchmen do not move. The day dawns, and still they sit on. In the background enter some light horse of the Russian army, followed by KUTUZOF himself and a few of his staff. He presents a terrible appearance now--bravely serving though slowly dying, his face puffed with the intense cold, his one eye staring out as he sits in a heap in the saddle, his head sunk into his shoulders. The whole detachment pauses at the s
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