To get out of our position, it was necessary to defile
before our enemies into the plain of Hockenun, and
this was a delicate operation. The most annoying
circumstance was, that M. de Joyeuse would communicate
with nobody, and was so ill-tempered that none dared
to speak to him. At last he determined upon his
plans, and I was of the detachment by which they were
to be carried out. We were sent to Manheim to
see if out of the ruins of that place (burned in 1688
by M. de Louvois) sufficient, materials could be found
to construct bridges, by which we might cross the
Rhine there. We found that the bridges could
be made, and returned to announce this to M. de Joyeuse.
Accordingly, on the 20th of July, the army put itself
in movement. The march was made in the utmost
confusion. Everything was in disorder; the infantry
and cavalry were huddled together pell-mell; no commands
could be acted upon, and indeed the whole army was
so disorganised that it could have been easily beaten
by a handful of men. In effect, the enemy at
last tried to take advantage of our confusion, by
sending a few troops to harass us. But it was
too late; we had sufficiently rallied to be able to
turn upon them, and they narrowly escaped falling
into our hands. We encamped that night in the
plain on the banks of the Necker—our rear
at Manheim, and our left at Seckenheim, while waiting
for the remainder of the army, still very distant.
Indeed, so great had been the confusion, that the
first troops arrived at one o’clock at night,
and the last late in the morning of the next day.
I thought that our headquarters were to be in this
village of Seckenheim, and, in company with several
officers took possession of a large house and prepared
to pass the night there. While we were resting
from the fatigues of the day we heard a great noise,
and soon after a frightful uproar. It was caused
by a body of our men, who, searching for water, had
discovered this village, and after having quenched
their thirst had, under the cover of thick darkness,
set themselves to pillage, to violate, to massacre,
and to commit all the horrors inspired by the most
unbridled licence: La Bretesche, a lieutenant-general,
declared to me that he had never seen anything like
it, although he had several times been at pillages
and sackings. He was very grateful that he had
not yielded to my advice, and taken off his wooden
leg to be more at ease; for in a short time we ourselves
were invaded, and had some trouble to defend ourselves.
As we bore the livery of M. de Lorges, we were respected,
but those who bore that of M. de Joyeuse were in some
cases severely maltreated. We passed the rest
of the night as well as we could in this unhappy place,
which was not abandoned by our soldiers until long
after there was nothing more to find. At daylight
we went to the camp.