human
I will rise early--return to camp without meeting her, and, once there, my duties will drive away this painful fancy. The drum and the fife and the roar of the cannon will drown remembrance. Ha! it was only a passing thought at best--the hallucination of a moment. I shall easily get rid of it. Ha! ha!
gpt
A Creole of New Orleans! How could he have been here? Oh! have I not the explanation already? Why should I dwell on it?