'Soldiers!' he said to us, 'you are naked; you are badly fed.

The government owes you much; it can give you nothing.

You are in need of everything,--boots, bread, soup! Well, I will lead you into the most fertile plains in the world.

I have come to take you into a country where you will find everything in plenty,--dollars, cattle, roast-meat, salads, honor, palaces, what you will.

Soldiers of Italy, how do you like that ?'" "Ah! but that was grand," cried the youngster; "and you said ?" "We said, 'How do we like it, my general?
Ten thousand bullets! March you at our head, and you will see how we like it.' His words gave us new heart; his promises seemed already to clothe us.