I have requested the Army of Italy to furnish us with the cannon now useless for the defence of Antibes and Monaco....

I have established at Ollioules an arsenal with 80 workers.

I have requisitioned horses from Nice right to Valence and Montpellier....

I am having 5,000 gabions made every day at Marseilles." But he was more than a mere organizer.
He was ever with his men, animating them by his own ardour: "I always found him at his post," wrote Doppet, who now succeeded Carteaux; "when he needed rest he lay on the ground wrapped in his cloak: he never left the batteries." There, amidst the autumn rains, he contracted the febrile symptoms which for several years deepened the pallor of his cheeks and furrowed the rings under his eyes, giving him that uncanny, almost spectral, look which struck a chill to all who saw him first and knew not the fiery energy that burnt within.

There, too, his zeal, his unfailing resource, his bulldog bravery, and that indefinable quality which separates genius from talent speedily conquered the hearts of the French soldiery.