...peror and they ranged themselves behind him, his soldiers, shouting, Vive l'empereur! That was in 1815. Twelve years before, Toussaint, finding that four of his regiments had deserted and gone to Leclerc , drew his sword, flung it on the grass, went across the field to them, folded his arms, and said, Children, can you point a bayonet at me? The blacks fell on their knees, praying his pardon. His...