In a corner of the hut stood a standard captured from the French, and the accountant with the naive face was feeling its texture, shaking his head in perplexity--perhaps because the banner really interested him, perhaps because it was hard for him, hungry as he was, to look on at a dinner where there was no place for him.

In the next hut there was a French colonel who had been taken prisoner by our dragoons.

Our officers were flocking in to look at him.

Prince Bagration was thanking the individual commanders and inquiring into details of the action and our losses.

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