The Bridgeport evening farmer., 1914-11-06
TIE HUMAN sALAMANDER.

SCOfy or JunOC or the NtnIn ana tnS
 Emperor Napoleon.
 It was a warm corner. Day after day the French soldiers had pushed their batteries nearer and nearer to ward the besieged town, and now one could lookout from behind the breast works and plainly see the faces of the Austrian artillerymen as they stuck to their, guns with grim determination and sent their shots flying into the French forts.
 Tn one of these little mud construct ed forts a small party of FrencM sol diers under the command of corporal was busfly engaged in returning the fire of the enemy The corporal, tall, gaunt young fel : low of twenty was directing the work of his men
 Often he leaped to the ramparts to noH what effect the fire of his guns was producing
 Truly, said one of the soldiers as the corporal jumped back among them, thou art a veritable salaman der, for thou canst stand fire" Who is saiamander2" inquired a gruff voice from the rear Of the smoke filled battery The soldiers turned and saw standing there small. pale faced man in a gen erals uniform.
 One of the men pointed toward the corporal.
 it is he. general, he replied.
 "A salamanderl We will seel's sreit- erated the officer as he ran his eye over the corporal. 4tGan you writer he inquired. s Yes. my general.
 ..FolIow me, then. Out into the shot swept open the two passed, walking z side by side.
 You seem, remarked the general pleasantly, to be at least foot taller than I. Kindly walk on this side. 7 And he indicated the side nearest to the enemy .'It will be a great pro tection- toeme.ss
 Without word the corporal took tle place
 Just at that moment q shell burst di. rectiy over their heads, but did them no harm.
 The officer cast quick glance at his companion. He was not in the least fur ried He did not even quicken his pace
 Presently they reached and entered a battery which was the nearest fall to the Austrian lines.
 It was filed with dead and wound ed soldiers. Only one gun remained standing
 Calmly seating. himself on a broken gun carriage, the general gave the cor poral paper and quill and ink and com manded him to write as he began to dictate a letter
 The corporal's hand did not shake. He wrote almost as rapidly as the gen. eraI spoke
 Suddenly. just as the letter was fin is1ied, there was a deafening report and q huge cannon ball passed close above them and buried itself with a i dull thud in the earth beyond. The E wind caused by it's passage overturned the twoJ and dust and dirt completely covered them.
 The general picked himself up in an instant Calmly leaping upon the ram part, the corporal waved the finished letter def1ant1y toward the Austrian lines.
 .aThanks, my friendsl' he shouted "You have saved me the trouble o1 plotting it!'
 A look of genuine admiration crep1 into the eyes of the general
 'swhat is your name?" he asked harsh1y.
 -.Corporal Junot of the Ninth foot general
 Say rather Captain Junot, for cannot afford to let such fellows as you remain corporals." And Genera Bonaparte-for it was he-clapped tht young man on the shoulder
 Eight years later Marshal Junot was decorated with the grand cross of th' Legion of Honor by the Emperor Ma poleon.-Fraak E. Channon in St. Mich o1as
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