It was warm--it was hot there, I can tell you! No one wished to approach it.

Then my little captain--my Bonaparte of Brienne--dashed at the gun.

He loaded it; he was not killed.

Oh, what a pleasure-party that was! There he met two other tough ones like himself,--Duroc and Junot.
Ah, that Junot! He became my general later.

He was a cool joker.
Napoleon wished some one to write for him.