Later, in Italy, he, with the rank of lieutenant, rode with the staff and still cooked for the general.

He had cooked for him in Lombardy through the whole campaign; on the march to Rome he had lassoed his beef in the Campagna after the American manner; he had been wounded in the defence of the Roman Republic; he was one of the four fugitives who, with the general, carried out of the woods the inanimate body of the general's wife into the farmhouse where she died, exhausted by the hardships of that terrible retreat.

He had survived that disastrous time to attend his general in Palermo when the Neapolitan shells from the castle crashed upon the town.

He had cooked for him on the field of Volturno after fighting all day.

And everywhere he had seen Englishmen in the front rank of the army of freedom.
He respected their nation because they loved Garibaldi.