About a hundred years ago there lived a great gen-er-al whose name was

Na-po'le-on Bo'na-parte. He was the leader of the French army; and

France was at war with nearly all the countries around. He wanted very

much to take his soldiers into It-a-ly; but between France and Italy

there are high mountains called the Alps, the tops of which are

covered with snow.

"Is it pos-si-ble to cross the Alps?" said Na-p

The men who had been sent to look at the passes over the mountains

shook their heads. Then one of them said, "It may be possible, but"--

"Let me hear no more," said Napoleon. "Forward to Italy!"

People laughed at the thought of an army of sixty thousand men

crossing the Alps where there was no road. But Napoleon waited only to

see that everything was in good order, and then he gave the order to


The long line of soldiers and horses and cannon stretched for twenty

miles. When they came to a steep place where there seemed to be no way

to go farther, the trum-pets sounded "Charge!" Then every man did his

best, and the whole army moved right onward.

Soon they were safe over the Alps. In four days they were marching on

the plains of Italy.

"The man who has made up his mind to win," said Napoleon, "will never

say 'Im-pos-si-ble.'"