"I'll wash down the gutter, major, according to camp fashion and then my throat will be as clear as the morning gun after sun rise." And saying this, the tall soldier helped himself to a hearty draught of cool water mingled in fair proportion with a part of the contents of his flask, and setting the cup down by his side, he commenced as follows:-- "You was with us, major, when Prevost served us that trick in Georgia, last year--kept us, you remember, on the look out for him t'other side of the Savannah, whilst all the time he was whisking of it down to Charleston." "You call this beginning at the beginning? Faith, you have started a full year before your time. Do you think yourself a Polybius or a Xenophon--who were two famous old fellows, just in your line, sergeant--that you set out with a history of a whole war." "I never knew any persons in our line--officers or men--of either of them names,"--replied Robinson,--"they were nicknames, perhaps;--but I do know, as well as another, when a thing turns up that is worth notice, major; and this is one of 'em:--and that's the reason why I make mention of it. What I was going to say was this--that it was a sign fit for General Lincoln's consarnment, that these here British should make a push at Charleston on the tenth of May, 1779, and get beaten, and that exactly in one year and two days afterwards, they should make another push and win the town. Now, what was it a sign of, but that they and the tories was more industrious that year than we were?" "Granted," said Butler, "now to your story, Mister Philosopher!" "In what month was it you left us?" inquired the sergeant gravely. "In March," answered Butler. "General Lincoln sent you off, as we were told, on some business with the continental congress: to get us more troops, if I am right. It was a pity to throw away a good army on such a place--for it wa'nt worth defending at last. From the time that you set out they began to shut us in, every day a little closer. First, they closed a door on one side, and then on t'other: till, at last they sent a sort of flash-o'-lightning fellow--this here Colonel Tarleton--up to Monk's corner, which, you know, was our back door, and he shut that up and double bolted it, by giving Huger a most tremenjious lathering. Now, when we were shut in, we had nothing to do but look out. I'll tell you an observation I made, at that time." "Well." "Why, when a man has got to fight, it's a natural sort of thing enough;--but when he has got nothing to eat, it's an onnatural state. I have hearn of men who should have said they would rather fight than eat:--if they told truth they would have made honest fellows for our garrison at Charlestown. First, our vegetables--after that devil took up his quarters at Monk's corner--began to give out then, our meat; and, finally, we had nothing left but rice, which I consider neither fish, flesh, nor good salt herring"---- "You had good spirits, though, sergeant."