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praise. When Herr Briining became Chancellor of the Reich, I wondered if by any chance this Briining could be the 'Kleiner Heinrich' whose praises I had so often heard sung. But Bertha was dead. Whom could I ask? The day came when in the home of Colonel Roosevelt in America I was able to put the question to the ex-Chancellor. It was indeed he, the nephew of Fraulein Bertha. Like his aunt, he was serious and pious. She hardly succeeded in teaching me German. Nevertheless with her I translated a play: Thank God, the Table's Set; and she made me sing:
Ich hatt' einen Kameraden,
Einen bessern fmd'st du nit ...
As for English, which was to play such a large role in my life, I studied it most negligently with a young and pretty lush girl, Miss Lizzy MacAnulty, whose maiden beauty was fading away in Elbeuf in melancholy loneliness because of some youthful indiscretion for which she had been exiled. She made me read Little Lord Fauntleroy, which I didn't much like, and Treasure Island, which frightened me. I used to dream about that iron hook which served the pirate in place of a hand. I remember that Miss Lizzy advised me for years to read a novel entitled Thelma. At the beginning of each lesson she would ask:
`Have you read Thelma?'
`No, Miss Lizzy.'
Almost half a century has rolled by and I still have not read Thelma.
My father wanted me to learn to ride horseback.
`You will be a reserve officer,' he said to me. `Riding will be useful.'
There was a riding academy in Elbeuf run by a remarkable horseman, a former non-commissioned officer named Charpentier. He took a liking to me. My lack of aptitude for the piano was equalled by my natuial aptitude for horsemanship. Charpentier handled me very roughly. He would start me at a trot without stirrups and keep me bouncing around for a quarter of an hour. Then he would give me stirrups, take up his long whip, and send me off at a gallop:
`Your toes, Cossack! You could hang three hats on them! Sit! Sit! Glide in the saddle! Get your body back! Watch your toes!'
At first the smell of the stables, the cries of Charpentier, the long whip which frightened my horse and the rapid-fire orders bewildered me. But very soon I became a good rider. One of the horses had been high

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