And he told me last night the real reason of his baldness." Tant Sannie then proceeded to relate how, at eighteen years of age, Bonaparte had courted a fair young lady.

How a deadly rival, jealous of his verdant locks, his golden flowing hair, had, with a damnable and insinuating deception, made him a present of a pot of pomatum.

How, applying it in the evening, on rising in the morning he found his pillow strewn with the golden locks, and, looking into the glass, beheld the shining and smooth expanse which henceforth he must bear.

The few remaining hairs were turned to a silvery whiteness, and the young lady married his rival.
"And," said Tant Sannie solemnly, "if it had not been for the grace of God, and reading of the psalms, he says he would have killed himself.

He says he could kill himself quite easily if he wants to marry a woman and she won't." "Alle wereld!" said Trana: and then they went to sleep.
Every one was lost in sleep soon; but from the window of the cabin the light streamed forth.