“I saw the Emperor standing by the bridge,” he went on, “and never feeling the cold at all.  Was that, again, a natural thing?  He was looking on at the loss of his treasures, of his friends, and those who had fought with him in Egypt.  Bah! there was an end of everything.  Women and wagons and guns were all engulfed and swallowed up, everything went to wreck and ruin.  A few of the bravest among us saved the Eagles, for the Eagles, look you, meant France, and all the rest of you; it was the civil and military honor of France that was in our keeping, there must be no spot on the honor of France, and the cold could never make her bow her head.  There was no getting warm except in the neighborhood of the Emperor; for whenever he was in danger we hurried up, all frozen as we were—­we who would not stop to hold out a hand to a fallen friend.

“They say, too, that he shed tears of a night over his poor family of soldiers.  Only he and Frenchmen could have pulled themselves out of such a plight; but we did pull ourselves out, though, as I am telling you, it was with loss, ay, and heavy loss.  The Allies had eaten up all our provisions; everybody began to betray him, just as the Red Man had foretold.  The rattle-pates in Paris, who had kept quiet ever since the Imperial Guard had been established, think that HE is dead, and hatch a conspiracy.  They set to work in the Home Office to overturn the Emperor.  These things come to his knowledge and worry him; he says to us at parting, ’Good-bye, children; keep to your posts, I will come back again.’

“Bah!  Those generals of his lose their heads at once; for when he was away, it was not like the same thing.  The marshals fall out among themselves, and make blunders, as was only natural, for Napoleon in his kindness had fed them on gold till they had grown as fat as butter, and they had no mind to march.  Troubles came of this, for many of them stayed inactive in garrison towns in the rear, without attempting to tickle up the backs of the enemy behind us, and we were being driven back on France.  But Napoleon comes back among us with fresh troops; conscripts they were, and famous conscripts too; he had put some thorough notions of discipline into them—­the whelps were good to set their teeth in anybody.  He had a bourgeois guard of honor too, and fine troops they were!  They melted away like butter on a gridiron.  We may put a bold front on it, but everything is against us, although the army still performs prodigies of valor.  Whole nations fought against nations in tremendous battles, at Dresden, Lutzen, and Bautzen, and then it was that France showed extraordinary heroism, for you must all of you bear in mind that in those times a stout grenadier only lasted six months.

“We always won the day, but the English were always on our track, putting nonsense into other nations’ heads, and stirring them up to revolt.  In short, we cleared a way through all these mobs of nations; for wherever the Emperor appeared, we made a passage for him; for on the land as on the sea, whenever he said, ‘I wish to go forward,’ we made the way.