Eight days later, Leblanc pulled his friend out of a hut which the peasants had set on fire; and Fougas, in turn, fished Leblanc out of the Beresina.

The list of their dangers and their mutual services is too long for me to give entire.

To finish off, the Colonel, at Koenigsberg, passed three weeks at the bedside of the lieutenant, who was attacked with fever and ague.
There is no doubt that this tender care saved his life.

This reciprocal devotion had formed between them bonds so strong that a separation of forty-six years could not break them.
Fougas, alone in a great saloon, was buried in the recollections of that good old time, when an usher asked him to remove his gloves, and go into the cabinet of the Emperor.
Respect for the powers that be, which is the very foundation of my character, does not permit me to bring august personages upon the scene.
But Fougas' correspondence belongs to contemporaneous history, and here is the letter which he wrote to Clementine on returning to his hotel: "PARIS (what am I saying ?)--HEAVEN, _Aug._ 21, 1859.
"MY SWEET ANGEL: I am intoxicated with joy, gratitude, and admiration.

I have seen him, I have spoken to him; he gave me his hand, he made me be seated.