Which treats of various curious things that occurred when the result of the great battle of the banana hills was announced to the commander.
Morning dawned as the clash of battle ceased, and victory was proclaimed by the vagabond army. And although General Potter had been biting his thumbs in fear of the result, this news so restored his courage that he mounted his three-cornered hat and declared nothing would deter him in future from commanding in person and making splinters of the enemy with his own sword.
“General!” exclaimed Broadbottom, as he came rushing into the camp, “the success of our arms is complete; yes, the god of war has smiled, and we have gained a great victory over the enemy-”
“Truly, general,” interrupted the commander-in-chief, “you deserve well. But this I can tell you,-there is nothing like one man infusing his strength into another, which it was my good luck to do when directing you how to fight this battle, which, heaven be blest, has crowned our arms with glory.”
“Aye,” replied Broadbottom, with a smile, “I understand this well; but if you could have commanded in person, much blood and many valuable lives had been spared.”
“That I am fully conscious of,” rejoined the commander; “but when men have prodigies to perform, two heads, if I have read right, are better than one. But my horse is now restored to his usual good condition, which, thank heaven, will afford me an opportunity of displaying my valor in the next great battle. Give me, then, an account of the dead and wounded; as also what you have done with the prisoners.” Broadbottom was not slow in performing this service, and gave the commander such a wonderful account of the number of the enemy they