IV. HOW THE BRIGADIER SAVED THE ARMY

V. HOW THE BRIGADIER TRIUMPHED IN ENGLAND

VI. HOW THE BRIGADIER RODE TO MINSK

VII. HOW THE BRIGADE BORE HIMSELF AT WATERLOO

VIII. THE LAST ADVENTURE OF THE BRIGADIER




I. How Brigadier Gerard Lost His Ear


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 have entered as a conqueror with eight
hundred of my little fighting devils clanking and jingling behind
me. The cavalry were in front of the Grande Armee, and the
Hussars of Conflans were in front of the cavalry, and I was in
front of the Hussars. But of all the cities which we visited
Venice is the most ill-built and ridiculous. I cannot imagine
how the people who laid it out thought that the cavalry could
manoeuvre. It would puzzle Murat or Lassalle to bring a squadron
into that square of theirs. For this reason we left Kellermann's
heavy brigade and also my own Hussars at Padua on the mainland.