'
"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 long--they hang 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.'
"'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.
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