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ambition. His regiment having encamped on

the heights above Alexandria, a company of
Austrian from the Talley of El bo were detailed

to attempt a surprise during the night. It was

a wefc; stormy; dark night, and no suspicion of

surprise had crossed the minds of the Frenchmen.

The camp was asleep, the sentinels were careless;
and everything was ready for the Austrians to

walk in, but one thing. What was that? It

was Moustache! He was not asleep. No: lie

evidently smelt danger in the neighbourhood,
and was anxiously on the alert. He was in the

habit of walking around the camp at nighf*

seeing that everything was right, and poking his

cold nose into the hands of the colder sentinels.
This night he was doing so as usual, when

suddenly a sound as if of men on the march

reached his ear, Up went his nose in the air,

and as lie sniffed and sniffed the smell of garlic
and samt -h xtut in et b i s scent. He com preh end ed

the position in a moment! With the loudest and

shrillest of bow-wows he rushed round the tents,

and barked alarm at the sleepers. Never did