He was almost the color of an Indian now, but his uniform was remarkably trim and clean and he bore himself with dignity.
He was distinctly a personality and John knew that no one would care to undertake liberties with him.
In the long months following the battle on the Marne Bougainville had done great deeds.

Again and again he had thrown his regiment into some weak spot in the line just at the right moment.

He seemed, like Napoleon and Stonewall Jackson, to have an extraordinary, intuitive power of divining the enemy's intentions, and General Vaugirard, to whose command his regiment belonged, never hesitated to consult him and often took his advice.

"Ah, that child of Montmartre!" he would say.

"He will go far, if he does not meet a shell too soon.