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for each to feed out of ; for every dog, 

 like the beggar, "knows his own dish," 

 and consequently much dissension and 

 fighting will be avoided. 



With regard to the food to be recom- 

 mended, I should say that in France the 

 pain de munition, the coarse brown (or shall 

 I say black ?) bread served out to the 

 troops is beyond compare the best. In 

 every departmental town on the Con- 

 tinent will be found a garnison, and the 

 soldiers will cheerfully exchange two 

 brown Tommys for one white loaf. This 

 was the plan I went upon, and found it 

 to answer marvellously well. The bread 

 thus obtained was boiled down in pot- 

 liquor. If our kitchen occasionally yielded 

 none, some sheep's heads, or half a 

 bullock's, were purchased for a mere 

 trifle ; and the broth or soup answered 

 admirably. I avoided all kinds of raw 

 meat, for 1 am persuaded it annihilates 



