O how delicious it was! I have often thought since, when I have been in company, where people fond of good living have smacked their lips at their claret, that if they could only be wounded, and taste a cup of water, they would then know what it was to feel a beverage grateful.

In about an hour and a half, which appeared to me to be five days at the least, we arrived at the town of Cette, and I was taken up to the house of the officer who commanded the troops, and who had often looked at me as I was carried there from the battery, saying, "_Pauvre enfant_!" I was put on a bed, where I again fainted away.

When I came to my senses, I found a surgeon had bandaged my leg, and that I had been undressed.
O'Brien was standing by me, and I believe that he had been crying, for he thought that I was dead.

When I looked him in the face, he said, "Pater, you baste, how you frightened me: bad luck to me if ever I take charge of another youngster.

What did you sham dead for ?" "I am better now, O'Brien," replied I, "how much I am indebted to you: you have been made prisoner in trying to save me." "I have been made prisoner in doing my duty, in one shape or another.