He did not know, nor did any of us know, whether he would be treated as a prisoner of war, or shot, or sent to a rice-plantation.

He simply acted according to the traditions of his race, as did the chaplain on his side.

In the end the soldier's cunning was vindicated by the result; he escaped, and rejoined us in six months, while the chaplain was imprisoned for a year.
The men came back very much exhausted from this expedition, and those who were in the chaplain's squad narrowly escaped with their lives.

One brave fellow had actually not a morsel to eat for four days, and then could keep nothing on his stomach for two days more, so that his life was despaired of; and yet he brought all his equipments safe into camp.
Some of these men had led such wandering lives, in woods and swamps, that to hunt them was like hunting an otter; shyness and concealment had grown to be their second nature.
After these little episodes came two months of peace.

We were clean, comfortable, quiet, and consequently discontented.