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and fear of capture always unheeded — he never 

 missed an opportunity for the most hazardous and 

 most laborious foraging. 



He was a thorough soldier, — always "for duty," 

 always cleanly, always handsome and cheery, and 

 heedlessly brave. If detected in a fault (and he 

 was, as I have hinted, an incorrigible forager), he 

 took his punishment like a man, and stole milk 

 for himself or fodder for Klitschka at the next 

 convenient (or inconvenient) opportunity, with an 

 imperturbability that no punishment could reach. 



Once, when supplies were short, he sent me, 

 from the guard-house where he had been confined 

 for getting them, a dozen bundles of corn-blades 

 for my horses; not as a bribe, but because he 

 would not allow the incidents of discipline to dis- 

 turb our friendly relations ; and in the matter of 

 fodder in scarce times he held me as a helpless 

 pensioner, dependent on his bounty. When in 

 arrest by my order, his "Pon chour, Herr Ober- 

 ist," was as cordial and happy as when iie strolled 

 free past my tent. Altogether, I never saw hia 

 like before or since. The good fortune to get 



