ce does not seem to justify any neglect to employ also the biggest battalions and the heaviest guns.
During all that time I continued to live with my old room-mate, James B. McPherson, in a tower room and an adjoining bedroom, which La Rhett L. Livingston also shared.
I had been corporal, sergeant, and lieutenant up to the time of my dismissal; hence the duties of private were a little difficult, and I found it hard to avoid demerits; but with some help from our kind-hearted inspecting off record was very much better.
So he was let off with a large demerit mark and a sort of honorable retirement to the office of quartermaster of the battalion.
I still think, as I did then, that McPherson's punishment was the more appropriate.
Livingston was one of those charming, amiable fellows with whom nobody could well find any fault, though I believe he did get a good many demerits.
He also seemed to need the aid of tobacco in his studies.
William P. Craighill, who succeeded McPherson a
le which I adopted when commanding an army in the field—to do no drinking till after the day's fighting was over.
But, in fact, I never liked whisky, and never drank much, anyhow.
We arrived in twenty-five days from Charleston, which was regarded as a very satisfactory journey.
At the fort I found Captain and Brevet-Major Joseph A. Haskin, commanding; First Lieutenant A. P. Hill, afterward lieutenant-general in the Confederate army; Dr. A. J. Foard, assistant surgeon; and my classmate Livingston, brevet second lieutenant; besides sixteen enlisted men —rather a close approximation to the ideal of that old colonel who once said the army would be delightful if it were not for the—soldiers.
But that was changed after a while by the arrival of recruits—enough in one batch to fill the battery full.
The battery had recently come from the gulf coast, where yellow fever had done destructive work.
I was told that there happened to be only one officer on duty with the battery—a Lieuten