It was an affecting scene to see the hurried gestures, and hear the few words of adieu, as they passed each other. Old comrades who were never to meet again, parted with a little motion of the hand; sometimes a mere look was all their leave-taking: save when, now and then, a halt would for a few seconds bring the two lines together, and then many a bronzed and rugged cheek was pressed upon the faces of the dying, and many a tear fell from eyes bloodshot with the fury of the battle! Wending our way on foot slowly along, we at last reached the river side, and having secured a small skiff, made for the Eslar island; our first business being to ascertain some details respecting the intrenchments there, and the depth and strength of the stream between it and the left bank. Discau, who was a distinguished officer, rapidly possessed himself of the principal facts he wanted, and then, having given me his portfolio, he seated himself under the shelter of a broken wagon, and opening a napkin, began his breakfast off a portion of a chicken and some bread—viands which, I own, more than once made my lips water as I watched him. “You’ve eaten nothing to-day, Tiernay?” asked he, as he wiped his lips, with the air of a man that feels satisfied. “Nothing, mon capitaine,” replied I. “That’s bad,” said he, shaking his head; “a soldier can not do his duty, if his rations be neglected. I have always maintained the principle: Look to the men’s necessaries—take care of their food and clothing. Is there any thing on that bone there?” “Nothing, mon capitaine.” “I’m sorry for it; I meant it for you; put up that bread, and the remainder of that flask of wine. Bourdeaux is not to be had every day. We shall want it for supper, Tiernay.” I did as I was bid, wondering not a little why he said “_we_,” seeing how little a share I occupied in the co-partnery. “Always be careful of the morrow on a campaign, Tiernay—no squandering, no waste; that’s one of my principles,” said he, gravely, as he watched me while I tied up the bread and wine in the napkin. “You’ll soon see the advantage of serving under an old soldier.” I confess the great benefit had not already struck me, but I held my peace and waited; meanwhile he continued— “I have studied my profession from my boyhood, and one thing I have acquired, that all experience has confirmed, the knowledge, that men must neither be taxed beyond their ability nor their endurance; a French soldier, after all, is human; eh, is’t not so?” “I feel it most profoundly, mon capitaine,” replied I, with my hand on my empty stomach.