Authors, American -- 19th century -- Biography; Leland, Charles Godfrey, 1824-1903
That ended the Emergency. The next day, I think, we received the welcome
news that we were no longer needed and would soon be sent home. On the
way we encamped for a week at some place, I forget where. There was no
drill now--we seldom had any--no special care of us, and no "policing" or
keeping clean. Symptoms of typhoid fever soon appeared; forty of our
hundred were more or less ill. My brother and I knew very well that the
only way to avert this was to exercise vigorously. On waking in the
morning we all experienced languor and lassitude. Those who yielded to
it fell ill. Henry was always so ready to work, that once our sergeant,
Mr. Bullard, interposed and gave the duty to another, saying it was not
fair. I always remembered it with gratitude. But this feverish languor
passed away at once with a little chopping of wood, bringing water, or
cooking.
One more reminiscence. Our lieutenant, Perkins, was a pious man, and on
Sunday mornings held religious service, which we were obliged to attend.
One day, when we had by good fortune rations of fresh meat, it was cooked
for dinner and put by in two large kettles. During the service two
hungry pigs came, and in our full sight overturned the kettles, and,
after rooting over the food, escaped with large pieces. I did not care
to dine, like St. Antonio, on pigs' leavings. My brother finding me,
asked why I looked so glum. I replied that I was hungry. "Is that all?"
he replied. "Come with me!" We went some distance until we came to a
farmhouse in the forest. He entered, and, to my amazement, was greeted
as an old friend. He had been there in the campaign of the previous
year. I was at once supplied with a meal. My brother was asked to send
them newspapers after his return. He never sought for mysteries and
despised dramatic effects, but his life was full of them. Once, when in
Naples, he was accustomed to meet by chance every day, in some retired
walk, a young lady. They spoke, and met and met again, till they became
like friends. One day he saw her in a court procession, and learned for
the first time that she was a younger daughter of the King. But he never
met her again.
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