“  anybody from disturbing him; but, if a poor private gets a drop too much, you talk about sending him to the guard-house. Is this fair? Is it justice? Is it in accord with the great principles of constitutional freedom, for which we are fighting?” I told him that I could not answer his argument—that, in fact, I fully agreed with him—but that, inasmuch as I would be sent to the guard-house if I did not obey my instructions, I hoped he would see that I must enforce order, and would go peaceably to his quarters. He finally went, but muttering as he went: “I certainly would like to have an opportunity of giving old——a swig at my canteen, for I think he would promote me to a place on his staff after he found out what nectar I can bring in after a forage.”At this period the ear was greeted on all sides with the most horrid profanity, and ‘the army in Flanders’ could surely not have beaten the army at Manassas in this senseless vice. Gambling became so common, so open, and so unrebuked, that men wearing ‘the bars,’ and even ‘the stars,’ of rank would win from the private soldier his scant pay, which he ought to have sent home to his suffering family. I remember that some men in one of the companies of my own regiment captured at the battle of Manassas a regular ‘faro bank’ with all its appurtenances, and not long after opened it in one of the tents. It had been doing for some time a thriving business, attracting officers and men from all of the surrounding commands, when one day Colonel A. P. Hill sent for the officer of the guard, and ordered him to take a file of men, surround the tent, capture ‘the bank,’ and arrest and bring before him all of the players. I happened to be on the detail, and it fell to my lot to stand at the door of the tent and arrest all who attempted to escape. The first man who tried to pass me was a prominent politician, who was known also to be ‘fond of a little game,’ and was said to be remarkably successful in ‘fighting the tiger,’ and who, being in camp on a visit to his son, could not resist the temptation of ‘taking a hand.’ It was reported that he was at the moment of our raid a large winner, and insisted that the officer of the guard should wait until the dealer could ‘cash his chips,’ but this being refused he hustled up to the door and started to pass out, saying: ‘I am a citizen, sir, and a member of the Legislature. You have no right to molest me.’ ‘I cannot help what your position is, sir,’ I replied, ‘but ’
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