He broke boughs and threw them over the body, mounted again and rode on.
"That's the injustice of circumstance."
A few hundred yards beyond he met a detail of soldiers, halted them, and said to the officer:
"Do you see that white birch?"
"Yes."
"Very good. Theah's a co'pse of a day or two no'th of it which I discove'd accident'ly and threw over it a tributo'y leaf. It looked to me," with an air of reminiscence and respect, "like a gentleman that might have known good whiskey in his time."
"I'll look at him. Reckon I know who you are. Haven't captured Washington yet?"
The men around grinned.
"The difficulty, seh, with the management of this campaign, is its impe'viousness to ideas. Good-mo'ning, seh."