ized surgical arrangements were concerned. In fact there were none. Thousands of men lay around, and blood met the eye in every direction. Any effectual aid to this multitude was hopeless, even if there was time or permission to extend it. Still the air seemed filled with a diffused moan, which gradually gave place to distinct voices, and some laughter, as the party approached headquarters. Here a wild spectacle was presented. Troops of every nationality in mixed groups stood, moved about and mingled with each other. Weapons lay ar ound, many broken. Many horses lay dead; others, wounded, shrieked and kicked in agony. Helmets and garments were thrown off. A few were engaged in binding up arms and legs and heads; but the work was that of comrades, and rendered with rough yet friendly alacrity. Wagons were being besieged for provisions; prisoners were marched to the rear, but these were not many and were all of distant nationalities. Many of those present fiercely gesticulated, showing how blows had been given and received. Dust, sweat, blood were everywhere, and water, water, was the universal cry. In an open space, not far from a large tent, numerous groups of officers were assembled. Among them stood one preëminent, the center of the group, tall, with a hooked nose, spare figure, bald head and severe look. He sustained himself with a spear, as if he had been hurt but would not avow it.
Near him stood a centenarian veteran who still held the Austrian banner by the middle of the staff.
