Almost all of us yielded to the spell--scarce one could break it.

The French officer I have spoken of as taken along with me, was in my company, and caned like a dog.

I met him at Versailles twenty years afterwards, and he turned quite pale and sick when I spoke to him of old days.

'For God's sake,' said he, 'don't talk of that time: I wake up from my sleep trembling and crying even now.' As for me, after a very brief time (in which it must be confessed I tasted, like my comrades, of the cane) and after I had found opportunities to show myself to be a brave and dexterous soldier, I took the means I had adopted in the English army to prevent any further personal degradation.

I wore a bullet around my neck, which I did not take the pains to conceal, and I gave out that it should be for the man or officer who caused me to be chastised.