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again at the little whitewashed room; and at Lyndall; who sat in the
doorway looking at a book。 Then he raised his chin and tried to adjust an
imaginary shirt…collar。 Finding none; he smoothed the little grey fringe
at the back of his head; and began:
〃You are a student of history; I perceive; my friend; from the study of
these volumes that lie scattered about this apartment; this fact has been
made evident to me。〃
〃Wella littleperhapsit may be;〃 said the German meekly。
〃Being a student of history then;〃 said Bonaparte; raising himself loftily;
〃you will doubtless have heard of my great; of my celebrated kinsman;
Napoleon Bonaparte?〃
〃Yes; yes;〃 said the German; looking up。
〃I; sir;〃 said Bonaparte; 〃was born at this hour; on an April afternoon;
three…and…fifty years ago。 The nurse; sirshe was the same who attended
when the Duke of Sutherland was bornbrought me to my mother。 'There is
only one name for this child;' she said: 'he has the nose of his great
kinsman;' and so Bonaparte Blenkins became my nameBonaparte Blenkins。
Yes; sir;〃 said Bonaparte; 〃there is a stream on my maternal side that
connects me with a stream on his maternal side。〃
The German made a sound of astonishment。
〃The connection;〃 said Bonaparte; 〃is one which could not be easily
comprehended by one unaccustomed to the study of aristocratic pedigrees;
but the connection is close。〃
〃Is it possible!〃 said the German; pausing in his work with much interest
and astonishment。 〃Napoleon an Irishman!〃
〃Yes;〃 said Bonaparte; 〃on the mother's side; and that is how we are
related。 There wasn't a man to beat him;〃 said Bonaparte; stretching
himself〃not a man except the Duke of Wellington。 And it's a strange
coincidence;〃 added Bonaparte; bending forward; 〃but he was a connection of
mine。 His nephew; the Duke of Wellington's nephew; married a cousin of
mine。 She was a woman! See her at one of the court ballsamber satin
daisies in her hair。 Worth going a hundred miles to look at her! Often
seen her there myself; sir!〃
The German moved the leather thongs in and out; and thought of the strange
vicissitudes of human life; which might bring the kinsman of dukes and
emperors to his humble room。
Bonaparte appeared lost among old memories。
〃Ah; that Duke of Wellington's nephew!〃 he broke forth suddenly; 〃many's
the joke I've had with him。 Often came to visit me at Bonaparte Hall。
Grand place I had thenpark; conservatory; servants。 He had only one
fault; that Duke of Wellington's nephew;〃 said Bonaparte; observing that
the German was deeply interested in every word; 〃He was a cowardwhat you
might call a coward。 You've never been in Russia; I suppose?〃 said
Bonaparte; fixing his crosswise looking eyes on the German's face。
〃No; no;〃 said the old man humbly。 〃France; England; Germany; a little in
this country; it is all I have travelled。〃
〃I; my friend;〃 said Bonaparte; 〃I have been in every country in the world;
and speak every civilised language; excepting only Dutch and German。 I
wrote a book of my travelsnoteworthy incidents。 Publisher got it
cheated me out of it。 Great rascals those publishers! Upon one occasion
the Duke of Wellington's nephew and I were travelling in Russia。 All of a
sudden one of the horses dropped down dead as a doornail。 There we were
cold nightsnow four feet thickgreat forestone horse not being able to
move the sledgenight coming onwolves。
〃'Spree!' says the Duke of Wellington's nephew。
〃'Spree; do you call it? says I。 'Look out。'
〃There; sticking out under a bush; was nothing less than the nose of a
bear。 The Duke of Wellington's nephew was up a tree like a shot; I stood
quietly on the ground; as cool as I am at this moment; loaded my gun; and
climbed up the tree。 There was only one bough。
〃'Bon;' said the Duke of Wellington's nephew; 'you'd better sit in front。'
〃'All right;' said I; 'but keep your gun ready。 There are more coming。'
He'd got his face buried in my back。
〃'How many are there?' said he。
〃'Four;' said I。
〃'How many are there now?' said he。
〃'Eight;' said I。
〃'How many are there now?' said he。
〃'Ten;' said I。
〃'Ten! ten!' said he; and down goes his gun。
〃'Wallie;' I said; 'what have you done? We're dead men now。'
〃'Bon; my old fellow;' said he; 'I couldn't help it; my hands trembled so!'
〃'Wall;' I said; turning round and seizing his hand; 'Wallie; my dear lad;
good…bye。 I'm not afraid to die。 My legs are longthey hang downthe
first bear that comes and I don't hit him; off goes my foot。 When he takes
it I shall give you my gun and go。 You may yet be saved; but tell; oh;
tell Mary Ann that I thought of her; that I prayed for her。'
〃'Good…bye; old fellow;' said he。
〃'God bless you;' said I。
〃By this time the bears were sitting in a circle all around the tree。
Yes;〃 said Bonaparte impressively; fixing his eyes on the German; 〃a
regular; exact; circle。 The marks of their tails were left in the snow;
and I measured it afterward; a drawing…master couldn't have done it better。
It was that saved me。 If they'd rushed on me at once; poor old Bon would
never have been here to tell this story。 But they came on; sir;
systematically; one by one。 All the rest sat on their tails and waited。
The first fellow came up; and I shot him; the second fellowI shot him;
the thirdI shot him。 At last the tenth came; he was the biggest of all
the leader; you may say。
〃'Wall;' I said; 'give me your hand。 My fingers are stiff with the cold;
there is only one bullet left。 I shall miss him。 While he is eating me
you get down and take your gun; and live; dear friend; live to remember the
man who gave his life for you!' By that time the bear was at me。 I felt
his paw on my trousers。
〃'Oh; Bonnie! Bonnie!' said the Duke of Wellington's nephew。 But I just
took my gun and put the muzzle to the bear's earover he felldead!〃
Bonaparte Blenkins waited to observe what effect his story had made。 Then
he took out a dirty white handkerchief and stroked his forehead; and more
especially his eyes。
〃It always affects me to relate that adventure;〃 he remarked; returning the
handkerchief to his pocket。 〃Ingratitudebase; vile ingratitudeis
recalled by it! That man; that man; who but for me would have perished in
the pathless wilds of Russia; that man in the hour of my adversity forsook
me。〃 The German looked up。 〃Yes;〃 said Bonaparte; 〃I had money; I had
lands; I said to my wife: 'There is Africa; a struggling country; they
want capital; they want men of talent; they want men of ability to open up
that land。 Let us go。'
〃I bought eight thousand pounds' worth of machinerywinnowing; plowing;
reaping machines; I loaded a ship with them。 Next steamer I came out
wife; children; all。 Got to the Cape。 Where is the ship with the things?
Lostgone to the bottom! And the box with the money? Lostnothing
saved!
〃My wife wrote to the Duke of Wellington's nephew; I didn't wish her to;
she did it without my knowledge。
〃What did the man whose life I saved do? Did he send me thirty thousand
pounds? say; 'Bonaparte; my brother; here is a crumb?' No; he sent me
nothing。
〃My wife said; 'Write。' I said; 'Mary Ann; NO。 While these hands have
power to work; NO。 While this frame has power to endure; NO。 Never shall
it be said that Bonaparte Blenkins asked of any man。'〃
The man's noble independence touched the German。
〃Your case is hard; yes; that is hard;〃 said the German; shaking his head。
Bonaparte took another draught of the soup; leaned back against the
pillows; and sighed deeply。
〃I think;〃 he said after a while; rousing himself; 〃I shall now wander in
the benign air; and taste the gentle cool of evening。 The stiffness hovers
over me yet; exercise is beneficial。〃
So saying; he adjusted his hat carefully on the bald crown of his head; and
moved to the door。 After he had gone the German sighed again over his
work:
〃Ah; Lord! So it is! Ah!〃
He thought of the ingratitude of the world。
〃Uncle Otto;〃 said the child in the doorway; 〃did you ever hear of ten
bears sitting on their tails in a circle?〃
〃Well; not of ten exactly: but bears do attack travellers every day。 It
is nothing unheard of;〃 said the German。 〃A man of such courage; too!
Terrible experience that!〃
〃And how do we know that the story is true; Uncle Otto?〃
The German's ire was roused。
〃That is what I do hate!〃 he cried。 〃Know that is true! How do you know
that anything is true? Because you are told so。 If we begin to question
everythingproof; proof; proof; what will we have to believe left? How do
you know the angel opened the prison door for Peter; except that Peter said
so? How do you know that God talked to Moses; except that Moses wrote it?
That is what