He had but one, on taking command of the "Brigade", and this he lost by accident.

Sleeping soundly, after one of his forced marches, upon a bed of pine straw, it took fire, his blanket was destroyed, and he himself had an escape so narrow, that one half of the cap he wore was shrivelled up by the flames.

His food was hominy or potatoes; his drink vinegar and water, of which he was fond.

He had neither tea nor coffee, and seldom tasted wine or spirits.

And this moderation was shown at a time when he held in his possession a power from Governor Rutledge, to impress and appropriate whatever he thought necessary to his purposes.*4* The charge against him of cruelty and plunder is perfectly absurd, and rests on the vague assertions of an enemy, who specifies no offence and offers no sort of evidence.