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Bonaparte Blenkins sat on the side of the bed. He had wonderfully revived
since the day before, held his head high, talked in a full sonorous voice,
and ate greedily of all the viands offered him. At his side was a basin
of soup, from which he took a deep draught now and again as he watched
the fingers of the German who sat on the mud floor before him mending the
bottom of a chair.
Presently he looked out, where, in the afternoon sunshine, a few half-grown
ostriches might be seen wandering listlessly about, and then he looked
in again at the little white-washed 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."
"Well - a little - perhaps - it 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, "I was born at this hour, on
an April afternoon, three-and-fifty years ago. The nurse, sir, - she was
the same who attended when the Duke of Sutherland was born, - brought 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 name
-- Bonaparte Blenkius. 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 is 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 balls - amber 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 then -- park, 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 coward
- what 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, have been in every
country in the world, and speak every civilized language, excepting only
Dutch and German. I wrote a book of my travels -- noteworthy 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 door-nail.
There we were - cold night - snow four feet thick - great forest - one
horse not being able to move sledge - night coming on - wolves.
"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 now?' said he.
"'How many are there now?' said he.
"'Ten! ten!' said he; and down goes his gun.
"'Wallie,' I said, 'what have you done? We are dead men now.'
"'Bon, my old fellow,' said he, 'I could n'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 long - they bang
down - the 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!'
"By this time the bears were sitting in a circle all round 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 afterwards; 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 fellow - I shot him
; the third - I shot him. At last the tenth came; he was the biggest of
all - the leader you may say.
"'Wall,' I said, I 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 ear - over he fell
- dead! "
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. "Ingratitude - base, vile
ingratitude - is 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 machinery, - winnowing,
ploughing, 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 ? Lost - gone to the bottom! And the box with the money? Lost
- nothing 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 do whose life I saved? 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 bead,
and moved to the door. After he had gone the German sighed again over his
work, --
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?"
"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 everything, - proof, proof, proof, what will we have
left to believe? 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 I hate!"
The girl knit her brows. Perhaps her thoughts made a longer journey
than the German dreamed of; for, mark you, the old little dream how their
words and lives are texts and studies to the generation that shall succeed
them. Not what we are taught, but what we see, makes us, and the child
gathers the food on which the adult feeds to the end.
When the German looked up next, there was a look of supreme satisfaction
in the little mouth and the beautiful eyes.
"What dost see, chicken?" he asked.
The child said nothing, and an agonizing shriek was borne on the afternoon
breeze.
"0 God! my God! I am killed!" cried the voice of Bonaparte,
as he with wide-open mouth and shaking flesh fell into the room followed
by a half-grown ostrich, who put its head in at the door, opened its beak
at him, and went away.
"Shut the door! shut the door! As you value my life, shut the door!
" cried Bonaparte, sinking into a chair, his face blue and white,
with a greenishness about the mouth. "Ah, my friend," he said
tremulously, "eternity has looked me in the face! My life's thread
hung upon a cord! The valley of the shadow of death!" said Bonaparte,
seizing the German's arm.
"Dear, dear, dear!" said the German, who had closed the lower
half of the door, and stood much concerned beside the stranger, "you
have had a fright. I never knew so young a bird to chase before; but they
will take dislikes to certain people. I sent a boy away once, because a
bird would chase him. Ah, dear, dear!"
"When I looked round," said Bonaparte, "the red and yawning
cavity was above me, and the reprehensible paw raised to strike me., My
nerves," said Bonaparte, suddenly growing faint, "always delicate
- highly strung - are broken - broken! You could not give a little wine,
a little brandy, my friend?"
The old German hurried away to the bookshelf, and took from behind the
books a small bottle, half of whose contents he poured into a cup. Bonaparte
drained it eagerly.
"How do you feel now?" asked the German, looking at him with
much sympathy.
The German went out to pick up the battered chimney-pot which had fallen
before the door.
"I am sorry you got the fright. The birds are bad things till you
know them," he said sympathetically, as he put the hat down.
"My friend," said Bonaparte, holding out his hand, I forgive
you -, do not be disturbed. Whatever the consequences, I forgive you. I
know, I believe, it was with no ill-intent that you allowed me to go out.
Give me your hand. I have no ill-feeling, none!"
"You are very kind," said the German, taking the extended
hand, and feeling suddenly convinced that be was receiving magnanimous
forgiveness for some great injury, "you are very kind."
"Don't mention it," said Bonaparte.
He knocked out the crown of his caved-in old hat, placed it on the table
before him, leaned his elbows on the table and his face in his hands, and
contemplated it.
"Ah,
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