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The Reds of the Midi
Félix Gras (1845–1901), 1912
Named on the page for Battle of the Pyramids.
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Passages that name the battle; the whole book is at Internet Archive.
21 July 1798
Battle of the Pyramids
PROLOGUE.
When our neighbour Pascal, the son of La Patine, had grown so very, very old that he had begun to nibble into his ninetieth year, his dotage came upon him. He, who in the long winter evenings had told us from thread to fin- ished seam how he marched with the Marseilles Battalion up to Paris to besiege King Capet in his castle; Pascal, who had told us of all the battles of the Empire, from the famous fight at the Pyramids to the end of all at Mont-Saint- Jean; good old Pascal de la Patine was cer- tainly in his dotage.
DEATH OR SLAVERY.
He ate and drank; and then, doing just as he did, 1 sipped at my cup of black water and dipped in it a horn of my fougasse. Not until seven years later did 1 know that that black stuff was coffee — for the next time 1 tasted it was at Jaffa, after the battle of the Pyramids,
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