A general officer fell from his horse while reviewing his troops, and lay drunk in his quarters for weeks, without losing his command. “ I speak that which I do know, and testify to that whereof I have seen,” in reference to this matter; for many a weary hour did I pace the sentinel's beat in front of those headquarters, my only orders being “to prevent any one from disturbing the general” —i. e., in his drunken slumbers. I remember one night, about 2 o'clock, I was impatiently pacing my beat with a feeling of profound disgust that my bright anticipations of “the pomp and circumstance of glorious war” had degenerated into the mean avocation of guarding a drunken general, when there came along a huge six-footer, belonging to an artillery company, who had aboard enough “apple-jack” to make him merry. When he drew near he yelled out an invitation to the general to come out and take a drink with him. I rushed up, musket in hand, commanded him to be silent, and threatened to call the sergeant of the guard and send him to the guard-house, if he repeated the offence. He proceeded to argue the case with me, saying that he had in his canteen some of the best “apple-jack” that had ever been produced, and that I knew, as well as he did, that if “General——” ever got a taste of that, he would not allow the man that brought it to be molested. Seeing that I was inexorable, he sadly said: “Now, sentinel, I leave it to you if this is not a hard case. A brigadier-general, with all his high responsibilities, gets drunk on duty, falls off his horse, and lies drunk in his quarters with a sentinel to keep ”
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