I finally found a commissary officer, and he asked me what I wanted, and I answered, anything he had.

So he told me to look about for myself.

I found a number of sacks of beans, I think about eleven hundred pounds, on the beach; and told the officer that I wanted eleven hundred pounds of beans.

He produced a book of regulations, and showed me the appropriate section and subdivision which announced that beans were issued only for the officers' mess.

This did me no good, and I told him so.