“Thereupon the greatest army that ever wore gaiters, and left its footprints all over the globe, is brought together, and drawn up with such peculiar cleverness, that the Emperor passed a million men in review, all in a single day.

“‘Hourra!’ cry the Russians, and there is all Russia assembled, a lot of brutes of Cossacks, that you never can come up with!  It was country against country, a general stramash; we had to look out for ourselves.  ‘It was all Asia against Europe,’ as the Red Man had said to Napoleon.  ‘All right,’ Napoleon had answered, ‘I shall be ready for them.’

“And there, in fact, were all the kings who came to lick Napoleon’s hand.  Austria, Prussia, Bavaria, Saxony, Poland, and Italy, all speaking us fair and going along with us; it was a fine thing!  The Eagles had never cooed before as they did on parade in those days, when they were reared above all the flags of all the nations of Europe.  The Poles could not contain their joy because the Emperor had a notion of setting up their kingdom again; and ever since Poland and France have always been like brothers.  In short, the army shouts, ‘Russia shall be ours!’

“We cross the frontiers, all the lot of us.  We march and better march, but never a Russian do we see.  At last all our watch-dogs are encamped at Borodino.  That was where I received the Cross, and there is no denying that it was a cursed battle.  The Emperor was not easy in his mind; he had seen the Red Man, who said to him, ’My child, you are going a little too fast for your feet; you will run short of men, and your friends will play you false.’

“Thereupon the Emperor proposes a treaty.  But before he signs it, he says to us: 

“‘Let us give these Russians a drubbing!’

“‘All right!’ cried the army.

“‘Forward!’ say the sergeants.

“My clothes were all falling to pieces, my shoes were worn out with trapezing over those roads out there, which are not good going at all.  But it is all one.  ‘Since here is the last of the row,’ said I to myself, ‘I mean to get all I can out of it.’

“We were posted before the great ravine; we had seats in the front row.  The signal is given, and seven hundred guns begin a conversation fit to make the blood spirt from your ears.  One should give the devil his due, and the Russians let themselves be cut in pieces just like Frenchmen; they did not give way, and we made no advance.

“‘Forward!’ is the cry; ‘here is the Emperor!’

“So it was.  He rides past us at a gallop, and makes a sign to us that a great deal depends on our carrying the redoubt.  He puts fresh heart into us; we rush forward, I am the first man to reach the gorge.  Ah! mon Dieu! how they fell, colonels, lieutenants, and common soldiers, all alike!  There were shoes to fit up those who had none, and epaulettes for the knowing fellows that knew how to write. . . .  Victory is the cry all along the