coward, guilty or not guilty." (The little female ensign being reproved by the president for misconduct, mutinied, left the court, and threw stones.)
My implacable enemy, the admiral, conducted the case against me. The colonel's bride was called to prove that I had remained behind the corner lamp-post during the engagement. I might have been spared the anguish of my own bride's being also made a witness to the same point, but the admiral knew where to wound me. Be still, my soul, no matter. The colonel was then brought forward with his evidence.
It was for this point that I had saved myself up, as the turning-point of my case. Shaking myself free of my guards,—who had no business to hold me, the stupids, unless I was found guilty—I asked the colonel what he considered the first duty of a soldier? Ere he could reply the President of the United States rose and informed the court, that my foe the admiral suggested " bravery," and that prompting a witness wasn't fair. The president of the court immediately ordered the admiral's mouth to be filled with leaves, and tied up with string. I had the satisfaction of seeing the sentence carried into effect before the proceedings went further.
I then took a paper from my trowsers-pocket, and asked, "What do you consider, Colonel Bedford, the first duty of a soldier? Is it obedience?"
"It is," said the colonel.
"Is that paper—please to look at it—in your hand?"
"It is," said the colonel.
"Is it a military sketch?"
"It is," said the colonel.
"Of an engagement?"
"Quite so," said the colonel.
"Of the late engagement?"
"Of the late engagement."
"Please to describe it, and then hand it to the president of the court."
From that triumphant moment my sufferings and my dangers were at an end. The court rose up and jumped, on discovering that I had strictly obeyed orders. My foe the admiral, who though muzzled, was malignant yet, contrived to suggest that I was dishonored by having quitted the field. But the colonel himself had done as
