BOOK NINE: 1812
2. CHAPTER II
 (continued)
"Vivat!" shouted the Poles, ecstatically, breaking their ranks and
 pressing against one another to see him. 
Napoleon looked up and down the river, dismounted, and sat down on a
 log that lay on the bank. At a mute sign from him, a telescope was
 handed him which he rested on the back of a happy page who had run
 up to him, and he gazed at the opposite bank. Then he became
 absorbed in a map laid out on the logs. Without lifting his head he
 said something, and two of his aides-de-camp galloped off to the
 Polish Uhlans. 
"What? What did he say?" was heard in the ranks of the Polish Uhlans
 when one of the aides-de-camp rode up to them. 
The order was to find a ford and to cross the river. The colonel
 of the Polish Uhlans, a handsome old man, flushed and, fumbling in his
 speech from excitement, asked the aide-de-camp whether he would be
 permitted to swim the river with his Uhlans instead of seeking a ford.
 In evident fear of refusal, like a boy asking for permission to get on
 a horse, he begged to be allowed to swim across the river before the
 Emperor's eyes. The aide-de-camp replied that probably the Emperor
 would not be displeased at this excess of zeal. 
As soon as the aide-de-camp had said this, the old mustached
 officer, with happy face and sparkling eyes, raised his saber, shouted
 "Vivat!" and, commanding the Uhlans to follow him, spurred his horse
 and galloped into the river. He gave an angry thrust to his horse,
 which had grown restive under him, and plunged into the water, heading
 for the deepest part where the current was swift. Hundreds of Uhlans
 galloped in after him. It was cold and uncanny in the rapid current in
 the middle of the stream, and the Uhlans caught hold of one another as
 they fell off their horses. Some of the horses were drowned and some
 of the men; the others tried to swim on, some in the saddle and some
 clinging to their horses' manes. They tried to make their way
 forward to the opposite bank and, though there was a ford one third of
 a mile away, were proud that they were swimming and drowning in this
 river under the eyes of the man who sat on the log and was not even
 looking at what they were doing. When the aide-de-camp, having
 returned and choosing an opportune moment, ventured to draw the
 Emperor's attention to the devotion of the Poles to his person, the
 little man in the gray overcoat got up and, having summoned
 Berthier, began pacing up and down the bank with him, giving him
 instructions and occasionally glancing disapprovingly at the
 drowning Uhlans who distracted his attention. 
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