"Yes; apparently. I shall take the Enfield--unloaded."
He brought the cartridge-box and the canteen; he brought the haversack, and put food in it.
Said he, "I wish you would humour one of my whims."
"Anything you wish, Doctor."
"Put the palmetto buttons on your coat."
It was soon done. I was passive; he was doing the work.
"Now," he said, "one other thing. Take this pencil, and this book. Turn to May 23d. I will dictate."
It was a small blank-book, a little soiled, with the pages divided into sections, which were headed with dates for the year 1862.
"Turn to May 23d," he had said.
"I have it," said I.