Touya crossroads. Moreau passes on his way to execution

Racolier had reached Camp Gérard with his squadron. General Moreau was at breakfast when he heard the sound of the trumpet. He asked those around him what the noise was. It is the dragoons of Les Cayes, they answered. He rose from the table and said: My friends, it is all over. He hastily took his coat and his hat and awaited the fatal moment with profound resignation. Racolier appeared in the room, his face burning and his eyes bloodshot. He said to him: General, I have received orders to take you to Les Cayes. Let us go, comrade, I am ready. After this answer, which shows that his soul had already left the earth, Moreau mounts his horse. When he reaches the Touya crossroads, a quarter of a league from Gérard, he says: What! are we not well enough here? No, general, a little farther on, they answered him. They came onto the Pémerle plantation and halted in a wooded, dark and very lonely spot called La Ravine. Moreau dismounted and asked for a pencil, which was given him. He took some paper from his pocket, wrote a few lines about his private affairs, and said to Captain Moulite Tuffet: Comrade, you are a man of honor; give this paper to my wife. He then accused himself of having carried out Dessalines’s orders too harshly. As the horsemen were making ready to fire on him, he begged them to wait a little longer. He entrusted a few words for his wife to the same Captain Tuffet. Then he cried out with the greatest composure: My friends, fire now. The officers of the squadron, not one of whom was moved, discharged their pistols into him almost at point-blank range. He met death with all the courage he ought to have shown at Garata when, on 8 October, he was arrested by Mécerou’s band. The horsemen withdrew without even burying him. Madame Geffrard, the widow, forgetting the wrongs he had done her husband, had him buried.