
The army
had barely reached
Damanhuwr when, on July 9, Bonaparte
ordered it to march on to al-Rahmaniyah.
Desaix's
division, again forming the vanguard, was to march a few miles further
up the Nile to Minyat Salamah, in order to head off
Murad
Bey.
It was
at al-Rahmaniyah, a small town, that the troops (except for
Dugua's
division) first saw the Nile. The river was impressive, despite
being at its lowest level at that time of the year; still, the sight of
it filled the French soldiers with no less joy than was felt by
Xenophon's
Ten
Thousand when they reached the sea. The soldiers were throwing themselves
into the river like animals to drink, Colonel Savary noted in his
diary (1).
At
sight of the Nile, says Desvernois, the soldiers broke ranks
to throw themselves into it. Some kept their clothes, even their weapons.
Others took the time to undress, then ran to the water, dived into it,
and stayed in it for several hours. Many found their death by drinking
too greedily(2).
There were large fields covered with watermelons (about the only thing
that grew at that season); the soldiers gorged themselves on them, and
they continued to eat the looted water-melons, and practically nothing
but water-melons, all the way to the site of the Battle of the Pyramids,
which itself was a water-melon field (3).
Once their
thirst was slaked, what they craved most, being Frenchmen, was bread. (Vertray
asserts that from May 19, when he left Toulon, until July
22, the day after the Battle of the Pyramids, he had not eaten
any.) In this respect, they suffered the tortures of Tantalus, for
although wheat was plentiful in the region, there were neither flour mills
nor baking ovens. Lieutenant Desvernois solved the problem by pounding
wheat with stones and baking a loaf of bread of sorts; charred as it was,
his fellow officers stole it from under him while he slept, ate it, and
in the morning criticized its poor quality.
On July
11, says Vertray, all five divisions were assembled at al-Rahmaniyah;
it was announced that General Bonaparte would review them in the
afternoon. "We spent all morning putting our uniforms and equipment
in shape. The soldiers cleaned, brushed, and polished until noon.(4)three
o'clock, a drum roll announced the approach of the commander-in-chief.
The five divisions stood lined up in formation. Bonaparte with his
cavalcade stopped in front of each, called its officers to step forward,
and addressed them. On the morrow perhaps, he said, the army would come
face to face with the Mamaliyk No doubt, the victors of the
Rhine
and Sambre-et-Meuse campaigns would triumph gloriously over those barbarians.
His words were relayed by the officers to their units. Their effect, says
Vertray,
was great. It seemed that Bonaparte had at last convinced us of
the importance and greatness of his plans. Each company commander announced
to his men that a battle was near. This news was received enthusiastically
by the entire army, and when the soldiers broke their ranks after being
dismissed, they could be seen inspecting their arms with scrupulous care,
sharpening their bayonets, testing their flints, and singing as if they
were getting ready for a feast (5)
Bonaparte
had received intelligence-probably through paid spies that Murad
Bey, with three to four thousand horsemen, several thousand
foot troops, and a flotilla of gunboats, was approaching the town of Shubra
al-Khiyt,, about eight miles south of al-Rahmaniyah.
Already on July 20, Desaix's division had had a brush with
a Mamaliyk detachment of about
300 horsemen under
Muhammad
Bey al-Alfiy; the Mamaliyk attack had been repulsed
easily and without losses by the French artillery. Reassured by Desaix's
report on the Mamaliyk tactics, Bonaparte decided to meet
Murad
Bey at Shubrah al-Khiyt. A series of nine
orders, issued by General Berthier to the five division commanders,
to Captain Perrée and to Generals Dumas and Andréossy
was all that was needed to prepare the army for the imminent engagement.
All forces, including Perrée's flotilla, were ordered to
march by way of Minyat Salamah to Shubrah al-Khiyt,
where they were to halt before dawn of July 23. General Andréossy
was instructed to go aboard the chebek Le Cerf, Perrée's
flagship, and to direct Perrée's supporting action. Since
there was a lack of cavalry mounts, all noncombatants were ordered to continue
the march aboard the flotilla and its transports; among them were Bourrienne,
Monge, and Berthollet, who went aboard Le Cerf.
On one of the river boats that had been requisitioned at Rashiyd
(Rosetta) as transports, was Madame Fours, wife of Lieutenant
Foures of the 22nd Regiment of Chasseurs. As it
turned out, it was the flotilla which had to bear the brunt of the fighting.
Except
for a brief halt in
Minyat Salamah the French army marched
most of the night of July 12-13 and came within view of Shubrah
al-Khiyt before daybreak. The soldiers had been warned
to maintain the strictest discipline during the battle. To defeat the Mamaliyk
they were told, there was but one way, and that was to face them with an
orderly, immovable front. As soon as the army halted before Shubrah
al-Khiyt,Bonaparte ordered each division
to form a square, each side six ranks deep; in the centre of the squares
he placed what little cavalry there was as well as the baggage trains;
the artillery was placed at the corners of the squares. These dispositions
taken, there remained a little time for the men to sleep.
At sunrise',
recalls Vertray, a warlike music suddenly burst out; the commander-in-chief
had
ordered the Marseillaise to be played, for he knew its effect on
the troops. That admirable song excites the soldiers' courage, kindles
their patriotism, and makes them understand that the time for complaining
is over and that victory is their task.(6)
With the sound of the Marseillaise, there also burst on them the
sight of the Mamaliyk cavalry, lined up in battle array.
Desvernois in his Memoirs vividly recalls that breathtaking moment:
`In the background, the desert under the blue sky; before us, the beautiful
Arabian horses, richly harnessed, snorting, neighing, prancing gracefully
and lightly under their martial riders, who are covered with dazzling arms,
inlaid with gold and precious stones. Their costumes are brilliantly colorful;
their turbans are surmounted by aigret feathers, and some wear gilded helmets.
They are armed with sabers, lances, maces, spears, rifles, battle axes,
and daggers, and each has three pairs of pistols .... This spectacle produced
a vivid impression on our soldiers by its novelty and richness. From that
moment on, their thoughts were set on booty.(7)

This glittering
line extended in the shape of a sickle from the Nile at Shubra
al-Khiyt, to the south and the west of the French squares.
Their arms and the brass crescents and globes atop their tents and standards
reflected the morning sun. Behind them there were, in no particular formation,
perhaps 10,000 men on foot-their servants and a number of embattled
fallahiyn,
most of them armed only with clubs. Though it did not move forward, the
line was by no means stationary. Horsemen dashed back and forth along it,
giving the impression of much activity and preparations. There is no spectacle
more graceful in its strength than an Arabian horse ridden in the Arabian
style. To pace or trot is against his temperament: he must canter, especially
uphill. He flies ahead and stops as if arrested by a bullet. To the weary
French army, after trudging for days in utter exhaustion through the desert
and through the parched, cracked land along the Nile, the sight of such
dancing vigor, such weightless power, such beauty in strength, must have
seemed something unbelievable. Yet, beauty, grace, and daring had not one
chance against the discipline and drill of the weary pedestrians.
The Mamaliyk
army, even with its reinforcements on foot, was numerically far inferior
to the French. But every Mamaliyk was an arsenal on horseback.
Riding Cossack-style, he first would discharge his carbine, slide it under
his thigh, then fire his several pairs of pistols and throw them over his
shoulder to be picked up by his footservants later, then throw his lethal
djerids-javelins
about
four feet long, made of stripped and sharpened palm branches-and finally
charge the foe with scimitar in hand. Sometimes he carried two scimitars,
swinging both while gripping the reins between his teeth. Years of practice
enabled him to sever a head with a single reverse blow. Torn from his parents
while still a small child, a warrior from the age of twelve, usually without
progeny, he knew no fear, no attachment. A Mamluwk was almost never
captured: he either was victorious, or he was killed, or he fled with the
same lightning speed with which he attacked. Over a muslin shirt,
he wore layers of bright and brilliant silken vests and caftans, the whole
encased in gigantic silken trousers, in a single leg of which a large man
could have wrapped himself.

The Mamaliyk
stature was usually gigantic-they were picked as boys by experts-and their
features handsome, they were, as Desvernois put it, beautiful men,
with a complexion of lilies and roses.(8)
When
Murad
Bey, several days before his first battle with the French, was told
that Bonaparte's army had virtually no cavalry, he laughed out loud;
he would slice through them as if they were water- melons, he boasted.
When he saw the French in their square formations he was puzzled; it was
much the same puzzlement that a terrier experiences when coming upon his
first hedgehog. For about three hours, the Mamluwkiy horsemen did nothing
but circle about the French in small detachments, looking for a weak spot.
Then, some time between eight and nine o'clock, the two flotillas came
face to face on the Nile, and a cannonade began. Shortly afterwards, the
Mamluwkiy cavalry at last began to charge. On land, it never came to
a real battle.
As soon
as the Mamaliyk approached within range of any of the squares, a
barrage of cannon balls, shells, grapeshot, and small-arms fire stopped
them short. They tried one square after another, from every side they could
approach: they always found the same hedgehog. After about an hour, they
withdrew to their original position. Bonaparte ordered his divisions
to move to the attack and to relieve the flotilla, which had fared less
well than the land troops. Not counting the transports, which kept to the
rear and downstream, Perrée's flotilla consisted of three
gunboats, a galley, and the chebek Le Cerf. The Mamluwkiy
flotilla,
consisted of seven gunboats; their fire was efficient and accurate.
Within a short space of time, Perrée had to order two of
his gunboats and the galley to be abandoned to the
Mamaliyk.
He himself was slightly wounded. Only Le Cerf and the third
gunboat, encumbered with civilians and with the men picked up from the
abandoned vessels, continued to resist the combined fire of the seven enemy
ships, of a battery installed by the Mamaliyk on shore at
Shubra
al-Khiyt,, and of a pandemonium of Mamaliyk,
fallahiyn,
and Bedouins, who fired from both sides of the Nile with
whatever they had, including small cannon mounted on camels' backs.

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1-
La Jonquière, II, 144.
2-
Desvernois, p. 108.
3-
The
diet did not agree with the soldiers. In his Order of the Day for July
22, Bonaparte inserted this paragraph: `The commanding officers will warn
the soldiers to eat as few water-melons as possible, unless they are cooked;
if cooked, they are safe and nourishing' (Correspondance de Napol éon
I er, IV, 236). "The whole army has diarrhea", Colonel Savary wrote from
Cairo soon afterward.
4-
Vertray, p. 48.
5-
Ibid., pp. 48-49.
6-
Ibid., pp. 50-51
7-
Desvernois, 118.
8-
Ibid., p116
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