One of his first acts was to give my father the boat in which he had come, reserving only the right to have it back in case he should have need of it.  The herring were down on the coast that autumn, and my uncle before he died had given us a fine set of nets, so the gift was worth many a pound to us.  Sometimes de Lapp would go out in the boat alone, and I have seen him for a whole summer day rowing slowly along and stopping every half-dozen strokes to throw over a stone at the end of a string.  I could not think what he was doing until he told me of his own freewill.

“I am fond of studying all that has to do with the military,” said he, “and I never lose a chance.  I was wondering if it would be a difficult matter for the commander of an army corps to throw his men ashore here.”

“If the wind were not from the east,” said I.

“Ah! quite so, if the wind were not from the east.  Have you taken soundings here?”

“No.”

“Your line of battleships would have to lie outside; but there is water enough for a forty-gun frigate right up within musket range.  Cram your boats with tirailleurs, deploy them behind these sandhills, then back with the launches for more, and a stream of grape over their heads from the frigates.  It could be done! it could be done!”

His moustaches bristled out more like a cat’s than ever, and I could see by the flash of his eyes that he was carried away by his dream.

“You forget that our soldiers would be upon the beach,” said I indignantly.

“Ta, ta, ta!” he cried.  “Of course it takes two sides to make a battle.  Let us see now; let us work it out.  What could you get together?  Shall we say twenty, thirty thousand.  A few regiments of good troops:  the rest, pouf!—­conscripts, bourgeois with arms.  How do you call them—­volunteers?”

“Brave men!” I shouted.

“Oh yes, very brave men, but imbecile.  Ah, mon Dieu, it is incredible how imbecile they would be!  Not they alone, I mean, but all young troops.  They are so afraid of being afraid that they would take no precaution.  Ah, I have seen it!  In Spain I have seen a battalion of conscripts attack a battery of ten pieces.  Up they went, ah, so gallantly! and presently the hillside looked, from where I stood, like—­ how do you say it in English?—­a raspberry tart.  And where was our fine battalion of conscripts?  Then another battalion of young troops tried it, all together in a rush, shouting and yelling; but what will shouting do against a mitraille of grape?  And there was our second battalion laid out on the hillside.  And then the foot chasseurs of the Guard, old soldiers, were told to take the battery; and there was nothing fine about their advance—­no column, no shouting, nobody killed—­just a few scattered lines of tirailleurs and pelotons of support; but in ten minutes the guns were silenced, and the Spanish gunners cut to pieces.  War must be learned, my young friend, just the same as the farming of sheep.”