BOOK TEN: 1812
34. CHAPTER XXXIV
 (continued)
The news that the Russians were attacking the left flank of the
 French army aroused that horror in Napoleon. He sat silently on a
 campstool below the knoll, with head bowed and elbows on his knees.
 Berthier approached and suggested that they should ride along the line
 to ascertain the position of affairs. 
"What? What do you say?" asked Napoleon. "Yes, tell them to bring me
 my horse." 
He mounted and rode toward Semenovsk. 
Amid the powder smoke, slowly dispersing over the whole space
 through which Napoleon rode, horses and men were lying in pools of
 blood, singly or in heaps. Neither Napoleon nor any of his generals
 had ever before seen such horrors or so many slain in such a small
 area. The roar of guns, that had not ceased for ten hours, wearied the
 ear and gave a peculiar significance to the spectacle, as music does
 to tableaux vivants. Napoleon rode up the high ground at Semenovsk,
 and through the smoke saw ranks of men in uniforms of a color
 unfamiliar to him. They were Russians. 
The Russians stood in serried ranks behind Semenovsk village and its
 knoll, and their guns boomed incessantly along their line and sent
 forth clouds of smoke. It was no longer a battle: it was a
 continuous slaughter which could be of no avail either to the French
 or the Russians. Napoleon stopped his horse and again fell into the
 reverie from which Berthier had aroused him. He could not stop what
 was going on before him and around him and was supposed to be directed
 by him and to depend on him, and from its lack of success this affair,
 for the first time, seemed to him unnecessary and horrible. 
One of the generals rode up to Napoleon and ventured to offer to
 lead the Old Guard into action. Ney and Berthier, standing near
 Napoleon, exchanged looks and smiled contemptuously at this
 general's senseless offer. 
Napoleon bowed his head and remained silent a long time. 
"At eight hundred leagues from France, I will not have my Guard
 destroyed!" he said, and turning his horse rode back to Shevardino. 
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