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The Adventures of Gerard

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  1. Preface
    I hope that some readers may possibly be interested in these little tales of the Napoleonic soldiers to the extent of following them up to…
  2. I. How Brigadier Gerard Lost His Ear (1)
    It was the old Brigadier who was talking in the cafe. I have seen a great many cities, my friends. I would not dare to tell you how many I…
  3. I. How Brigadier Gerard Lost His Ear (2)
    You can think how amazed these people were when I hurled myself into their presence. My pursuers had crowded in behind me and choked the do…
  4. I. How Brigadier Gerard Lost His Ear (3)
    “She's bleeding fast,” said one of the valets. “You had best fetch a surgeon or you will find her dead in the morning.” “She lies very stil…
  5. II. How the Brigadier Captured Saragossa (1)
    Have I ever told you, my friends, the circumstances connected with my joining the Hussars of Conflans at the time of the siege of Saragossa…
  6. II. How the Brigadier Captured Saragossa (2)
    However, all was silent save for the chimes striking midnight in the city. I crept along the branch and lifted myself on to the roof. The S…
  7. II. How the Brigadier Captured Saragossa (3)
    Yes, yes, there was a thin black line, which disappeared through a small hole in the wall. I tilted over the lamp and threw myself on the g…
  8. III. How the Brigadier Slew the Fox [*] (1)
    \\\ This story, already published in The Green Flag, is included here so that all of the Brigadier Gerard stories may appear together. In a…
  9. III. How the Brigadier Slew the Fox [*] (2)
    Somebody, the master or the man, shouted wildly behind me. What cared I for his shouts! I touched the horse with my spurs and he bounded fo…
  10. IV. How the Brigadier Saved the Army (1)
    I have told you, my friends, how we held the English shut up for six months, from October, 1810, to March, 1811, within their lines of Torr…
  11. IV. How the Brigadier Saved the Army (2)
    They laughed and laughed, these dogs, and as I tried to express by my bearing and gestures the contempt in which I held them their laughter…
  12. IV. How the Brigadier Saved the Army (3)
    “Exactly,” said I. “You have hit upon my very reason. He will guess, and all will know, that I have died a soldier's death.” “I see no obje…
  13. V. How the Brigadier Triumphed in England (1)
    I have told you, my friends, how I triumphed over the English at the fox-hunt when I pursued the animal so fiercely that even the herd of t…
  14. V. How the Brigadier Triumphed in England (2)
    In a week I was to be sent back from Plymouth to St. Malo, and it seemed to me that I might never hear the sequel of the story. And yet it…
  15. VI. How the Brigadier Rode to Minsk (1)
    I would have a stronger wine to-night, my friends, a wine of Burgundy rather than of Bordeaux. It is that my heart, my old soldier heart, i…
  16. VI. How the Brigadier Rode to Minsk (2)
    She looked at the writing with some surprise. “It means,” said she, “if the French come to Minsk all is lost.” Suddenly a look of consterna…
  17. VII. How the Brigadier Bore Himself at Waterloo (1)
    I. THE STORY OF THE FOREST INN Of all the great battles in which I had the honour of drawing my sword for the Emperor and for France there…
  18. VII. How the Brigadier Bore Himself at Waterloo (2)
    It was clear that I could do nothing until the Prussians had passed, so I spent my time in observing them. I have no love for these people,…
  19. VII. How the Brigadier Bore Himself at Waterloo (3)
    I had made my way out of the inn in the dashing manner which I have described to you when last we met, and I left the English aide-de-camp…
  20. VII. How the Brigadier Bore Himself at Waterloo (4)
    My figure is as you still see it, and his was never beautiful, for he was both short and stout. But a man's height is not remarked when he…
  21. VII. How the Brigadier Bore Himself at Waterloo (5)
    From a grove of trees in front of me there projected the steeple of a village church. But there could not be two steeples like that, for th…
  22. VIII. The Last Adventure of the Brigadier (1)
    I will tell you no more stories, my dear friends. It is said that man is like the hare, which runs in a circle and comes back to die at the…
  23. VIII. The Last Adventure of the Brigadier (2)
    Here, then, was the island of my dreams! Here was the cage where our great Eagle of France was confined! All those thousands of leagues of…
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