I was
five years and never saw a woman's face except red ones--some of
them were very comely, by the way," added the old warrior with a
smile.
"The gallantry of the Chevalier La Corne is incontestable," remarked
Pierre, "for once, when we captured a convoy of soldiers' wives from
New England, he escorted them, with drums beating, to Grand Pre, and
sent a cask of Gascon wine for them to celebrate their reunion with
their husbands."
"Frowzy huzzies! not worth the keeping, or I would not have sent
them; fit only for the bobtailed militia of New England!" exclaimed
La Corne.
"Not so thought the New Englanders, who had a three days feast when
they remarried their wives--and handsome they were, too," said
Philibert; "the healths they drank to the Chevalier were enough to
make him immortal."
La Corne always brushed aside compliments to himself: "Tut, my Lady!
it was more Pierre's good-nature than mine--he out of kindness let
the women rejoin their husbands; on my part it was policy and
stratagem, of war. Hear the sequel! The wives spoiled the
husbands, as I guessed they would do, taught them to be too late at
reveille, too early at tattoo.
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