The King's Own Borderers: A Military Romance, Volume 2 (of 3)Grant, James
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The King's Own Borderers: A Military Romance, Volume 2 (of 3)
Grant, James
Soldiers -- Fiction
"Well, monsieur, it happened in this way. I had just been appointed
a sous-lieutenant in the 24th Chasseurs à Cheval; we had returned
from service in Italy, and were quartered at St. Cloud, where we were
soon tired of the gardens, cafés, waterworks, and so forth. A few of
us had been on leave in Paris for some days, where our spare cash and
prize money were soon spent among the theatres, operas, feasting, and
other means of emptying one's purse, so we were returning cheaply to
barracks by the galiote, which then used to traverse the great bend
of the Seine every morning, leaving the Pont Royal about ten o'clock
for St. Cloud; the voyage usually lasted about two hours, and cost us
only sixteen sous each.
"On this occasion, as the morning was very wet, the canvas covering
was drawn close, and as we had the galiote all to ourselves--save one
person, a stranger--we were very merry, very noisy, and very much at
home indeed, proceeding to smoke without the ceremony of asking this
person's permission, for which, indeed, we cared very little, as he
appeared to be a plain little citizen some five feet high, about
thirty-six years of age, and possessing a very sombre cast of face,
over which he wore a rather shabby hat drawn well down, a grey
greatcoat with a queer cape, and long boots; and he appeared to be
completely immersed in the columns of his newspaper.
"We were conversing with great freedom concerning the consulate,
which was just on the point of expanding into an empire, and our
senior lieutenant, Jules de Marbœuf (now our lieutenant-colonel)
was named by us 'Monseigneur le Maréchal Duc de Marbœuf, and
master of the horse to Pepin le Bref.' Then we ridiculed
unmercifully the proposal of the Tribune Citizen Curée, that the
First Consul should be proclaimed Emperor, and in this quality
continue the government of the French _Republic_.
"'Peste! what a paradox it is!' exclaimed Jules, emitting a mighty
puff of smoke, as he lounged at length upon the cushioned seat of the
galiote.
"'And the Imperial dignity is to be declared hereditary in his
family,' I added, impudently, reclosing one of the openings in the
awning, which the quiet stranger had opened, as our smoking evidently
annoyed him.
"'In three days _the pear will be ripe_; France will become an
appanage of Corsica, and I shall obtain my diploma as peer and
marshal of France,' exclaimed Jules with loud voice; 'and you,
Eugene----'
"'Oh, I shall be Minister of War to the Little Corporal.'
"'Bravo!' said the others, clapping their hands; 'we shall all pick
up something among the ruins of this vulgar and tiresome Republic.'
"'M. le Citoyen,' said Jules, with affected courtesy, 'I perceive the
smoke annoys you--you don't like it--eh?'
"'No, monsieur,' replied the other briefly and sternly.
"'Then M. le Citoyen had better land, for before we reach St. Cloud,
he will be smoked like a Westphalian ham.'
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