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Some of my acquaintance sneered at my courage, and that is a hard imputation for a young fellow of spirit to bear. But providentially, you see, it was war-time, and very soon after I had the good luck to show that I was not a poule mouillee, as the French call it; and the man who insulted me, and whom I forgave, became my fastest friend, and died by my side it was poor Jack Cutler at Argaum.
Count Montholon was not suffered to leave his imprisonment for the occasion, though he also had been a companion of the Emperor at St. Helena. Around the catafalque marched the five hundred sailors of the "Belle Poule," headed by their captain, the Prince de Joinville, slender, tall, and dark, a very naval-looking man.
They began a lively discussion with Marie as to the merits of the various dishes, and it was only interrupted by Warren's hilarious expostulations. 'Marie, I precipitate myself at your feet, and beg you to bring me a poule au riz. 'Oh, but give me one moment, monsieur, said the maid. 'Do not pay any attention to that gentleman.
"I should think so: he buried my father, my two aunts, and my wife." "Buried?" said Graham, more and more British in his accent; "I don't understand." "Monsieur, you are English." "I confess it." "And a stranger to the Faubourg Montmartre." "True." "Or you would have heard of M. Giraud, the liveliest member of the State Company for conducting funerals. They are going to play La Poule."
"I should think so: he buried my father, my two aunts, and my wife." "Buried?" said Graham, more and more British in his accent; "I don't understand." "Monsieur, you are English." "I confess it." "And a stranger to the Faubourg Montmartre." "True." "Or you would have heard of M. Giraud, the liveliest member of the State Company for conducting funerals. They are going to play La Poule."
When the Belle Poule cast anchor at Cherbourg on November 3Oth, the storm had passed by. My mission closed at Cherbourg, but I found orders there to tranship the coffin on to a steamboat, and then take it round to Paris by the Seine, my crew and that of the corvette Favorite to form the escort. I will not tell the story of this conveying of the body.
Colonel Trelawney commanded in person the small detachment of artillerymen who conducted the car, and, thanks to his great care, not the slightest accident took place. From the moment of departure to the arrival at the quay, the cannons of the forts and the 'Belle Poule' fired minute-guns.
The entry was fixed for the 15th of December. On the 8th of December at Cherbourg the body was transferred from the "Belle Poule" frigate to the "Normandie" steamer. On which occasion the mayor of Cherbourg deposited, in the name of his town, a gold laurel branch upon the coffin which was saluted by the forts and dykes of the place with ONE THOUSAND GUNS! There was a treat for the inhabitants.
And Marianne and Lizette would slink away to the waiting beds. Nothing escaped this eye. If the poule sultane was gone lame, limping in the inner quadrangle, madame's eye saw the trouble a thorn in the left claw, before the feathered cripple had had time to reach her objective point, her mistress's capacious lap, and the healing touch of her skilful surgeon's fingers.
It was, in fact, the well-known squadron of Admiral Linois, who had scoured the Indian seas, ranging it up and down with the velocity as well as the appetite of a shark. His force consisted of the Marengo, of eighty guns; the famed Belle Poule, a forty-gun frigate, which outstripped the wind; the Semillante, of thirty-six guns; the Berceau, ship corvette, of twenty-two, and a brig of sixteen.
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