The boy life of Napoleon, afterwards emperor of the French . d I — andI — came the answers, in such numbers that Napoleonsaw that his little stock would soon be exhausted ; and,indeed, he was not overfond of chestnut bread. So he improved on his idea. Piece for piece, I will exchange, as I offered, he an-nounced. But there are too many of you. See ! he whowill o-ive me the bies^est slice of broccio shall have firstchoice for the bread, and the next-biggest, the next. This put a different face on the transaction, but itadded spice to the operation ; and Napoleon actuallysucceeded in getting for
The boy life of Napoleon, afterwards emperor of the French . d I — andI — came the answers, in such numbers that Napoleonsaw that his little stock would soon be exhausted ; and,indeed, he was not overfond of chestnut bread. So he improved on his idea. Piece for piece, I will exchange, as I offered, he an-nounced. But there are too many of you. See ! he whowill o-ive me the bies^est slice of broccio shall have firstchoice for the bread, and the next-biggest, the next. This put a different face on the transaction, but itadded spice to the operation ; and Napoleon actuallysucceeded in getting for his stale home bread, goodlysized pieces of fresh chestnut bread, and enough of themuch-loved broccio, and bunches of luscious grapes, toboot, to provide him with a generous meal. BREAD AND WATER. 6l But the next day the shepherd boys rebelled ; theytold Napoleon that his bread was stale, and not preferred their chestnut bread. But if you will look after our sheep while we gointo the town, said one of them, we will give yousome of our ?He tossed his dry bread to the shepherd boys. This, however, did not suit Napoleon. I am notone to tend sheep, he answered. Keep your is not so good that one wishes to eat it twice ; and— here, I pity you for having always to eat that mine ! 62 THE BOY LIFE OF NAPOLEON. With that, he tossed his store of dry bread to theshepherd boys, and, walking back to town, ran in to visithis foster mother ; that is, the woman wlio had beenhis nurse when he was a baby. Nurse Camilla, as he called her, or sometimes fos-ter-mamma Camilla, was now the widow Ilari ; butsince her husband had been killed in one of those ter-rible family quarrels known as a Corsican vendetta, shehad lived in a little house on one of the narrow streetsof Ajaccio, not far from the Bonapartes. She was very fond of her baby, as she called Napo-leon ; and when he told her of his disgrace at home, shesaid, — Bah ! the sillies ! Do they not kno
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