This lasted a long time; but at length people were tired of war, especially after the Russian campaign and the great recruiting of 1813. You may well suppose, Fritz, that I did not wait till this time before sending my two boys beyond the reach of the recruiting officers' clutches. They were boys who did not lack sense. At twelve years old their heads were clear enough, and rather than go and fight for the King of Prussia, they would see themselves safe at the ends of the earth. At evening, when we sat at supper around the lamp with its seven burners, their mother would sometimes cover her face and say: "My poor children! My poor children! When I think that the time is near when you will go in the midst of musket and bayonet fire--in the midst of thunder and lightning!--oh, how dreadful!" And I saw them turn pale. I smiled at myself and thought: "You are no fools. You will hold on to your life. That is right!" If I had had children capable of becoming soldiers, I should have died of grief. I should have said, "These are not of my race!" But the boys grew stronger and handsomer. When Itzig was fifteen he was doing a good business. He bought cattle in the villages on his own account, and sold them at a profit to butcher Borich at Mittelbronn; and Frômel was not behind him, for he made the best bargains of the old merchandise, which we had heaped in three barracks under the market. I should have liked well to keep the boys with me. It was my delight to see them with my little Sâfel--the curly head and eyes bright as a squirrel's--yes, it was my joy! Often I clasped them in my arms without a word, and even they wondered at it; I frightened them; but dreadful thoughts passed through my mind after 1812. I knew that whenever the Emperor had returned to Paris, he had demanded four hundred millions of francs and two or three hundred thousand men, and I said to myself: "This time, everybody must go, even children of seventeen and eighteen!" As the tidings grew worse and worse, I said to them one evening: "Listen! you both understand trading, and what you do not yet know you can learn. Now, if you wait a few months, you will be on the conscription list, and be like all the rest; they will take you to the square and show you how to load a gun, and then you will go away, and I never shall hear of you again!" Sorlé sighed, and we all sighed together. Then, after a moment, I continued: "But if you set out at once for America, by the way of Havre, you will reach it safe and sound; you will do business there as well as here; you will make money, you will marry, you will increase according to the Lord's promise, and you will send me back money, according to God's commandment, 'Honor thy father and thy mother.' I will bless you as Isaac blessed Jacob, and you will have a long life. Choose!"