The Napoleon of the People | Page 2

get it well into your
pates that in a fortnight's time from now you will be the victors, and
dressed in new clothes; you shall all have greatcoats, strong gaiters, and
famous pairs of shoes; but, my children, you will have to march on
Milan to take them, where all these things are."
So they marched. The French, crushed as flat as a pancake, held up
their heads again. There were thirty thousand of us tatterdemalions
against eighty thousand swaggerers of Germans--fine tall men and well
equipped; I can see them yet. Then Napoleon, who was only Bonaparte
in those days, breathed goodness knows what into us, and on we
marched night and day. We rap their knuckles at Montenotte; we hurry

on to thrash them at Rivoli, Lodi, Arcola, and Millesimo, and we never
let them go. The army came to have a liking for winning battles. Then
Napoleon hems them in on all sides, these German generals did not
know where to hide themselves so as to have a little peace and comfort;
he drubs them soundly, cribs ten thousand of their men at a time by
surrounding them with fifteen hundred Frenchmen, whom he makes to
spring up after his fashion, and at last he takes their cannon, victuals,
money, ammunition, and everything they have that is worth taking; he
pitches them into the water, beats them on the mountains, snaps at them
in the air, gobbles them up on the earth, and thrashes them everywhere.
There are the troops in full feather again! For, look you, the Emperor
(who, for that matter, was a wit) soon sent for the inhabitant, and told
him that he had come there to deliver him. Whereupon the civilian
finds us free quarters and makes much of us, so do the women, who
showed great discernment. To come to a final end; in Ventose '96,
which was at that time what the month of March is now, we had been
driven up into a corner of the /Pays des Marmottes/; but after the
campaign, lo and behold! we were the masters of Italy, just as
Napoleon had prophesied. And in the month of March following, in
one year and in two campaigns, he brings us within sight of Vienna; we
had made a clean sweep of them. We had gobbled down three armies
one after another, and taken the conceit out of four Austrian generals;
one of them, an old man who had white hair, had been roasted like a rat
in the straw before Mantua. The kings were suing for mercy on their
knees. Peace had been won. Could a mere mortal have done that? No.
God helped him, that is certain. He distributed himself about like the
five loaves in the Gospel, commanded on the battlefield all day, and
drew up his plans at night. The sentries always saw him coming; he
neither ate nor slept. Therefore, recognizing these prodigies, the soldier
adopts him for his father. But, forward!
The other folk there in Paris, seeing all this, say among themselves:
"Here is a pilgrim who appears to take his instructions from Heaven
above; he is uncommonly likely to lay a hand on France. We must let
him loose on Asia or America, and that, perhaps, will keep him quiet."
The same thing was decreed for him as for Jesus Christ; for, as a matter
of fact, they give him orders to go on duty down in Egypt. See his
resemblance to the Son of God! That is not all, though. He calls all his

fire-eaters about him, all those into whom he had more particularly put
the devil, and talks to them in this way:
"My friends, for the time being they are giving us Egypt to stop our
mouths. But we will swallow down Egypt in a brace of shakes, just as
we swallowed Italy, and private soldiers shall be princes, and shall have
broad lands of their own. Forward!"
"Forward, lads!" cry the sergeants.
So we come to Toulon on the way to Egypt. Whereupon the English
put to sea with all their fleet. But when we are on board, Napoleon says
to us:
"They will not see us: and it is right and proper that you should know
henceforward that your general has a star in the sky that guides us and
watches over us!"
So said, so done. As we sailed over the sea we took Malta, by way of
an orange to quench his thirst for victory, for he was a man who must
always be doing something. There we are in Egypt. Well and good.
Different orders. The Egyptians, look you, are men who, ever since the
world has been the world, have been in the habit of having giants to
reign over them,