As it was the most prominent object in the landscape, and hardly one hundred yards distant, we instantly admitted that we did see it. "An' do you see George Washin'ton over to the right?" Yes; George Washington was plainly visible. There he stood, on his pedestal, with his arm stretched out at his side, as if to smack any small boy who walked on the grass. "Well, over beyond George Washin'ton was where the enemy's batteries lay--they stretched from there up to Joe Peabody's house." "When was this?" We all spoke at once, and in great excitement. _Enemy's batteries_ on Elm Street! The old man looked at us solemnly, and chewed with great deliberation. "That's to give you an idea how they lay on the field. This is on a small scale, you see. Our guns were right along this bank, from here to the fourth tree. No, the fifth. And that graveyard back there," he turned around and pointed, "was 'bout in the same position, only it run down nearer where we are now. Down there where the pond is, was near a mile of open--wheat-fields and so on. Everything was mighty quiet 'bout the middle of the morning, 'cos we'd been fightin' for two days, you see. We could see the rebels plain enough, an' knew they was up to some deviltry. But we knew the Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte had his eye on 'em all right." Napoleon Bonaparte! Our eyes opened at this. "Was Napoleon Bonaparte in this battle?" I asked. "_Was_ he?" returned the soldier, with great energy. "I guess he come pretty near bein'. He was in command of the whole army. Who did yer think was, excep' him?" I had not given the matter much thought. But I replied weakly that I supposed Napoleon had lived in France. "You did? Well, you got that out of a book, I s'pose?" I admitted, with some embarrassment, that I did get it from a book. "I thought so. Well, if you're so smart with your books, why don't you tell this instead of me? P'r'aps you was in this battle, hey?" My face became uncomfortably warm. I could not think of anything to say. After waiting a little, the soldier continued. "If this young feller, that knows so all-fired much, ain't goin' to tell us how this battle was fought, I might as well go on. As I says before, we could see their guns, an' we could see the rebels movin' about 'round 'em. Some of their guns was in a little patch of woods, over where that team is standin' now. It kep' on quiet for more'n two hours--no one firin' a shot. Then we see the rebels was gettin' ready. They moved some of their batteries. An' then the Emperor Napoleon Bonaparte rode up to me on his white hoss, an' he says, 'Bring out yer guns!' An' so I brought 'em out!" My doubts vanished. That white horse was conclusive. Ed Mason spoke in an awed voice:-- "What did you say?" "What did I say? I says, 'All right, yer Majesty.' An' I fetched the guns round to the northwestward." "What did Napoleon do then?" asked Ed.