The Death-struggle Of Poland


The French revolution of 1830 precipitated a similar one in Poland. The

rule of Russia in that country had been one of outrage and oppression.

In the words of the Poles, "personal liberty, which had been solemnly

guaranteed, was violated; the prisons were crowded; courts-martial were

appointed to decide in civil cases, and imposed infamous punishments

upon citizens whose only crime was that of having attempted to save from
/> corruption the spirit and the character of the nation."



On the 29th of November the people sprang to arms in Warsaw and the

Russians were driven out. Soon after a dictator was chosen, an army

collected, and Russian Poland everywhere rose in revolt.



It was a hopeless struggle into which the Polish patriots had entered.

In all Europe there was not a hand lifted in their aid. Prussia and

Austria stood in a threatening attitude, each with an army of sixty

thousand men upon the frontiers, ready to march to the aid of Russia if

any disturbance took place in their Polish provinces. Russia invaded the

country with an army of one hundred and twenty thousand men, a force

more than double that which Poland was able to raise. And the Polish

army was commanded by a titled incapable, Prince Radzivil, chosen

because he had a great name, regardless of his lack of ability as a

soldier. Chlopicki, his aide, was a skilled commander, but he fought

with his hands tied.



On the 19th of February, 1831, the two armies met in battle, and began a

desperate struggle which lasted with little cessation for six days.

Warsaw lay in the rear of the Polish army. Behind it flowed the Vistula,

with but a single bridge for escape in case of defeat. Victory or death

seemed the alternatives of the patriot force.






The struggle was for the Alder Wood, the key of the position. For the

possession of this forest the fight was hand to hand. Again and again it

was lost and retaken. On the 25th, the final day of battle, it was held

by the Poles. Forty-five thousand in number, they were confronted by a

Russian army of one hundred thousand men. Diebitsch, the Russian

commander, determined to win the Alder Wood at any cost. Chlopicki gave

orders to defend it to the last extremity.



The struggle that succeeded was desperate. By sheer force of numbers the

Russians made themselves masters of the wood. Then Chlopicki, putting

himself at the head of his grenadiers, charged into the forest depths,

driving out its holders at the bayonet's point. Their retreat threw the

whole Russian line into confusion. Now was the critical moment for a

cavalry charge. Chlopicki sent orders to the cavalry chief, but he

refused to move. This loss of an opportunity for victory maddened the

valiant leader. "Go and ask Radzivil," he said to the aides who asked

for orders; "for me, I seek only death." Plunging into the ranks of the

enemy, he was wounded by a shell, and borne secretly from the field. But

the news of this disaster ran through the ranks and threw the whole army

into consternation.



The fall of the gallant Chlopicki changed the tide of battle. Fiercely

struggling still, the Poles were driven from the wood and hurled back

upon the Vistula. A battalion of recruits crossed the river on the ice

and carried terror into Warsaw. Crowds of peasants, heaps of dead and

dying, choked the approach to Praga, the outlying suburb. Night fell

upon the scene of disorder. The houses of Praga were fired, and flames

lit up the frightful scene. Groans of agony and shrieks of despair

filled the air. The streets were choked with debris, but workmen from

Warsaw rushed out with axes, cleared away the ruin, and left the

passages free.



Inspirited by this, the infantry formed in line and checked the charge

of the Russian horse. The Albert cuirassiers rode through the first

Polish line, but soon found their horses floundering in mud, and

themselves attacked by lancers and pikemen on all sides. Of the

brilliant and daring corps scarce a man escaped.



That day cost the Poles five thousand men. Of the Russians more than ten

thousand fell. Radzivil, fearing that the single bridge would be carried

away by the broken ice, gave orders to retreat across the stream.

Diebitsch withdrew into the wood. And thus the first phase of the

struggle for the freedom of Poland came to an end.



This affair was followed by a striking series of Polish victories. The

ice in the Vistula was running free, the river overflowed its banks, and

for a month the main bodies of the armies were at rest. But General

Dwernicki, at the head of three thousand Polish cavalry, signalized the

remainder of February by a series of brilliant exploits, attacking and

dispersing with his small force twenty thousand of the enemy.



Radzivil, whose incompetency had grown evident, was now removed, and

Skrzynecki, a much abler leader, was chosen in his place. He was not

long in showing his skill and daring. On the night of March 30 the Praga

bridge was covered with straw and the army marched noiselessly across.

At daybreak, in the midst of a thick fog, it fell on a body of sleeping

Russians, who had not dreamed of such a movement. Hurled back in

disorder and dismay, they were met by a division which had been posted

to cut off their retreat. The rout was complete. Half the corps was

destroyed or taken, and the remainder fled in terror through the forest

depths.



Before the day ended the Poles came upon Rosen's division, fifteen

thousand in number, and strongly posted. Yet the impetuous onslaught of

the Poles swept the field. The Russians were driven back in utter rout,

with the loss of two thousand men, six thousand prisoners, and large

quantities of cannon and arms. The Poles lost but three hundred men in

this brilliant success. During the next day the pursuit continued, and

five thousand more prisoners were taken. So disheartened were the

Russian troops by these reverses that when attacked on April 10 at the

village of Iganie they scarcely attempted to defend themselves. The

flower of the Russian infantry, the lions of Varna, as they had been

called since the Turkish war, laid down their arms, tore the eagles from

their shakos, and gave themselves up as prisoners of war. Twenty-five

hundred were taken.



What immediately followed may be told in a few words. Skrzynecki failed

to follow up his remarkable success, and lost valuable time, in which

the Russians recovered from their dismay. The brave Dwernicki, after

routing a force of nine thousand with two thousand men, crossed the

frontier and was taken prisoner by the Austrians, who had made no

objection to its being crossed by the Russians. And, as if nature were

fighting against Poland, the cholera, which had crossed from India to

Russia and infected the Russian troops, was communicated to the Poles at

Iganie, and soon spread throughout their ranks.



The climax in this suicidal war came on the 26th of May, when the whole

Russian army, led by General Diebitsch, advanced upon the Poles. During

the preceding night the Polish army had retreated across the river

Narew, but, by some unexplained error, had left Lubienski's corps

behind. On this gallant corps, drawn up in front of the town of

Ostrolenka, the host of Russians fell. Flanked by the Cossacks, who

spread out in clouds of horsemen on each wing, the cavalry retreated

through the town, followed by the infantry, the 4th regiment of the

line, which formed the rear-guard, fighting step by step as it slowly

fell back.



Across the bridges poured the retreating Poles. The Russians followed

the rear-guard hotly into the town. Soon the houses were in flames.

Disorder reigned in the streets. The fight continued in the midst of the

conflagration. Russian infantry took possession of the houses adjoining

the river and fired on the retreating mass. Artillery corps rushed to

the river bank and planted their batteries to sweep the bridges. All the

avenues of escape were choked by the columns of the invading force.



The 4th regiment, which had been left alone in the town, was in imminent

peril of capture, but at this moment of danger it displayed an

indomitable spirit. With closed ranks it charged with the bayonet on the

crowded mass before it, rent a crimson avenue through its midst, and

cleared a passage to the bridges over heaps of the dead. Over the

quaking timbers rushed the gallant Poles, followed closely by the

Russian grenadiers. The Polish cannon swept the bridge, but the gunners

were picked off by sharp-shooters and stretched in death beside their

guns. On the curving left bank eighty Russian cannon were planted, whose

fire protected the crossing troops.



Meanwhile the bulk of the Polish army lay unsuspecting in its camp.

Skrzynecki, the commander, resting easy in the belief that all his men

were across, heard the distant firing with unconcern. Suddenly the

imminence of the peril was brought to his attention. Rushing from his

tent, and springing upon his horse, he galloped madly through the

ranks, shouting wildly, as he passed from column to column, "Ho!

Rybinski! Ho! Malachowski! Forward! forward, all!"



The troops sprang to their feet; the forming battalions rushed forward

in disorder; from end to end of the line rushed the generalissimo, the

other officers hurrying to his aid. Charge after charge was made on the

Russians who had crossed the stream. As if driven by frenzy, the Poles

fell on their foes with swords and pikes. Singing the Warsaw hymn, the

officers rushed to the front. The lancers charged boldly, but their

horses sank in the marshy soil, and they fell helpless before the

Russian fire.



The day passed; night fell; the field of battle was strewn thick with

the dead and dying. Only a part of the Russian army had succeeded in

crossing. Skrzynecki held the field, but he had lost seven thousand men.

The Russians, of whom more than ten thousand had fallen, recrossed the

river during the night. But they commanded the passage of the stream,

and the Polish commander gave orders for a retreat on Warsaw, sadly

repeating, as he entered his carriage, Kosciusko's famous words, "Finis

Poloniae."



The end indeed was approaching. The resources of Poland were limited,

those of Russia were immense. New armies trebly replaced all Russian

losses. Field-Marshal Paskievitch, the new commander, at the head of new

forces, determined to cross the Vistula and assail Warsaw on the left

bank of the stream, instead of attacking its suburb of Praga and

seeking to force a passage across the river at that point, as on former

occasions.



The march of the Russians was a difficult and dangerous one. Heavy rains

had made the roads almost impassable, while streams everywhere

intersected the country. To transport a heavy park of artillery and the

immense supply and baggage train for an army of seventy thousand men,

through such a country, was an almost impossible task, particularly in

view of the fact that the cholera pursued it on its march, and the sick

and dying proved an almost fatal encumbrance.



Had it been attacked under such circumstances by the Polish army, it

might have been annihilated. But Skrzynecki remained immovable, although

his troops cried hotly for "battle! battle!" whenever he appeared. The

favorable moment was lost. The Russians crossed the Vistula on floating

bridges, and marched in compact array upon the Polish capital.



And now clamor broke out everywhere. Riots in Warsaw proclaimed the

popular discontent. A dictator was appointed, and preparations to defend

the city to the last extremity were made. But at the last moment twenty

thousand men were sent out to collect supplies for the threatened city,

leaving only thirty-five thousand for its defence. The Russians,

meanwhile, had been reinforced by thirty thousand men, making their army

one hundred and twenty thousand strong, while in cannon they outnumbered

the Poles three to one.



Such was the state of affairs in beleaguered Warsaw on that fatal 6th of

September when the Russian general, taking advantage of the weakening

of the patriot army, ordered a general assault.



At daybreak the attack began with a concentrated fire from two hundred

guns. The troops, who had been well plied with brandy, rushed in a

torrent upon the battered walls, and swarmed into the suburb of Wola,

driving its garrison into the church, where the carnage continued until

none were left to resist.



From Wola the attack was directed, about noon, upon the suburb of

Czyste. This was defended by forty guns, which made havoc in the Russian

ranks, while two battalions of the 4th regiment, rushing upon them in

their disorder, strove to drive them back and wrest Wola from their

hands. The effort was fruitless, strong reinforcements coming to the

Russian aid.



Through the blood-strewn streets of the city the struggle continued,

success favoring now the Poles, now the Russians. About five in the

afternoon the tide of battle turned decisively in favor of the Russians.

A shower of shells from the Russian batteries had fired the houses of

Czyste, within whose flame-lit streets a hand-to-hand struggle went on.

The famous 4th regiment, intrenched in the cemetery, defended itself

valiantly, but was driven back by the spread of the flames. Night fell,

but the conflict continued. The dawn of the following day saw the city

at the mercy of the Russian host. The twenty thousand men sent out to

forage were still absent. Nothing remained but surrender, and at nine in

the evening the news of the capitulation was brought to the army, to

whom orders to retire on Praga were given.



Thus ended the final struggle for the freedom of Poland. The story of

what followed it is not our purpose to tell. The mild Alexander was no

longer on the Russian throne. The stern Nicholas had replaced him, and

fearful was his revenge. For the crime of patriotism Poland was

decimated, thousands of its noblest citizens being transported to the

Caucasus and Siberia. The remnant of separate existence possessed by

Poland was overthrown, and it was made a province of the Russian empire.

Even the teaching of the Polish language was forbidden, the youth of the

nation being commanded to learn and speak the Russian tongue. As for the

persecution and suffering which fell upon the Poles as a nation, it is

too sad a story to be here told. There is still a Polish people, but a

Poland no more.



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