"What is it for, my lad ?" "Shearing sheep." "It is a very nice little machine," said Bonaparte.

"How does it work, now?
I have never seen anything so ingenious!" There was never a parent who heard deception in the voice that praised his child--his first-born.

Here was one who liked the thing that had been created in him.

He forgot everything.

He showed how the shears would work with a little guidance, how the sheep would be held, and the wool fall into the trough.