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memoirs of napoleon bonaparte, v8-第6部分

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multiply himself by his inconceivable activity; and one might say that he
was present everywhere。

At the Emperor's departure it was generally believed at Paris that the
distribution of the crosses at the camp of Boulogne was only a pretext;
and that Bonaparte had at length gone to carry into execution the project
of an invasion of England; which every body supposed he contemplated。  It
was; indeed; a pretext。  The Emperor wished to excite more and more the
enthusiasm of the armyto show himself to the military invested in his
new dignity; to be present at some grand manoeuvres; and dispose the army
to obey the first signal he might give。  How indeed; on beholding such
great preparations; so many transports created; as it were; by
enchantment; could any one have supposed that be did not really intend to
attempt a descent on England?  People almost fancied him already in
London; it was known that all the army corps echelloned on the coast from
Maples to Ostend were ready to embark。  Napoleon's arrival in the midst
of his troops inspired them; if possible; with a new impulse。  The French
ports on the Channel had for a long period been converted into dockyards
and arsenals; where works were carried on with that inconceivable
activity which Napoleon knew so well how to inspire。  An almost
incredible degree of emulation prevailed amongst the commanders of the
different camps; and it descended from rank to rank to the common
soldiers and even to the labourers。

As every one was eager to take advantage of the slightest effects of
chance; and exercised his ingenuity in converting them into prognostics
of good fortune for the Emperor; those who had access to him did not fail
to call his attention to some remains of a Roman camp which had been
discovered at the Tour d'Ordre; where the Emperor's tent was pitched。
This was considered an evident proof that the French Caesar occupied the
camp which the Roman Caesar had formerly constructed to menace Great
Britain。  To give additional force to this allusion; the Tour d'Ordre
resumed the name of Caesar's Tower。  Some medals of William the
Conqueror; found in another spot; where; perhaps; they had been buried
for the purpose of being dug up; could not fail to satisfy the most
incredulous that Napoleon must conquer England。

It was not far from Caesar's Tower that 80;000 men of the camps of
Boulogne and Montreuil; under the command of Marshal Soult; were
assembled in a vast plain to witness the distribution of the crosses of
the Legion of Honour impressed with the Imperial effigy。  This plain;
which I saw with Bonaparte in our first journey to the coast; before our
departure to Egypt; was circular and hollow; and in the centre was a
little hill。  This hill formed the Imperial throne of Bonaparte in the
midst of his soldiers。  There he stationed himself with his staff and
around this centre of glory the regiments were drawn up in lines and
looked like so many diverging rays。  From this throne; which had been
erected by the hand of nature; Bonaparte delivered in a loud voice the
same form of oath which he had pronounced at the Hotel des Invalides a
few days before。  It was the signal for a general burst of enthusiasm;
and Rapp; alluding to this ceremony; told me that he never saw the
Emperor appear more pleased。  How could he be otherwise?  Fortune then
seemed obedient to his wishes。  A storm came on during this brilliant
day; and it was apprehended that part of the flotilla would have
suffered。

Bonaparte quitted the hill from which he had distributed the crosses and
proceeded to the port to direct what measures should be taken; when upon
his arrival the storm

     'The following description of the incident when Napoleon nearly
     occasioned the destruction of the Boulogne flotilla was forwarded to
     the 'Revue Politique et Litteraire' from a private memoir。  The
     writer; who was an eye…witness; says

     One morning; when the Emperor was mounting his horse; he announced
     that he intended to hold a review of his naval forces; and gave the
     order that the vessels which lay in the harbour should alter their
     positions; as the review was to be held on the open sea。  He started
     on his usual ride; giving orders that everything should be arranged
     on his return; the time of which be indicted。  His wish was
     communicated to Admiral Bruix; who responded with imperturbable
     coolness that he was very sorry; but that the review could not take
     place that day。  Consequently not a vessel was moved。  On his return
     back from his ride the Emperor asked whether all was ready。  He was
     told what the Admiral had said。  Twice the answer had to be repeated
     to him before he could realise its nature; and then; violently
     stamping his foot on the ground; he sent for the Admiral。  The
     Emperor met him halfway。  With eyes burning with rage; he exclaimed
     in an excited voice; 〃Why have my orders not been executed?〃  With
     respectful firmness Admiral Bruix replied; 〃Sire; a terrible storm
     is brewing。  Your Majesty may convince yourself of it; would you
     without need expose the lives of so many men?〃  The heaviness of the
     atmosphere and the sound of thunder in the distance more than
     justified the fears of the Admiral。  〃Sir; said the Emperor; getting
     more and more irritated; 〃I have given the orders once more; why
     have they not been executed?  The consequences concern me alone。
     Obey!〃  'Sire; I will not obey;' replied the Admiral。  〃You are
     insolent!〃  And the Emperor; who still held his riding…whip in his
     hand; advanced towards the admiral with a threatening gesture。
     Admiral Bruix stepped back and put his hand on the sheath of his
     sword and said; growing very pale; 〃sire; take care!〃  The whole
     suite stood paralysed with fear。  The Emperor remained motionless
     for some time; his hand lifted up; his eyes fixed on the Admiral;
     who still retained his menacing attitude。  At last the Emperor threw
     his whip on the floor。  M。 Bruix took his hand off his sword; and
     with uncovered head awaited in silence the result of the painful
     scene。  Rear…Admiral Magon was then ordered to see that the
     Emperor's orders were instantly executed。  〃As for you; sir;〃 said
     the Emperor; fixing his eyes on Admiral Bruix; you leave Boulogne
     within twenty…four hours and depart for Holland。  Go!〃  M。 Magon
     ordered the fatal movement of the fleet on which the Emperor had
     insisted。  The first arrangements had scarcely been made when the
     sea because very high。  The black sky was pierced by lightning; the
     thunder rolled and every moment the line of vessels was broken by
     the wind; and shortly after; that which the Admiral had foreseen
     came to pass; and the most frightful storm dispersed the vessels in
     each a way that it seamed impossible to save them。  With bent head;
     arms crossed; and a sorrowful  look in his face; the Emperor walked
     up and down on the beach; when suddenly the most terrible cries were
     heard。  More than twenty gunboats filled with soldiers and sailors
     were being driven towards the shore; and the unfortunate men were
     vainly fighting against the furious waves; calling for help which
     nobody could give them。  Deeply touched by the spectacle and the
     heart…rending cries and lamentations of the multitude which had
     assembled on the beach; the Emperor; seeing his generals and
     officers tremble with horror; attempted to set an example of
     devotion; and; in spite of all efforts to keep him back; he threw
     himself into a boat; saying; 〃Let me go! let me go! they must be
     brought out of this。〃  In a moment the boat was filled with water。
     The waves poured over it again and again; and the Emperor was
     drenched。  One wave larger than the others almost threw him
     overboard and his hat was carried sway。  Inspired by so much
     courage; officers; soldiers; seamen; and citizens tried to succour
     the drowning; some in boats; some swimming。  But; alas! only a small
     number could be saved of the unfortunate men。  The following day
     more than 200 bodies were thrown ashore; and with them the hat of
     the conqueror of Marengo。  That sad day was one of desolation for
     Boulogne and for the camp。  The Emperor groaned under the burden of
     an accident which he had to attribute solely to his own obstinacy。
     Agents were despatched to all parts of the town to subdue with gold
     the murmurs which ware ready to break out into a tumult。'

ceased as if by enchantment。  The flotilla entered the port safe and
sound and he went back to the camp; where the sports and amusements
prepared for the soldiers commenced; and in the evening the brilliant
fireworks which were let off rose in a luminous column; which was
distinctly seen from the English coast。 'It appears that Napoleon was
so well able to cover up this fiasco that not even Bourrienne ever heard
the true story。  D。W。'

When he reviewed the troops he asked the officers; and often the
soldiers; in what
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