That was as much as I saw or can tell you about the Battle of Waterloo, except that I ate a two-pound rye loaf for my supper that night, with as much salt meat as they would let me have, and a good pitcher of red wine, until I had to bore a new hole at the end of my belt, and then it fitted me as tight as a hoop to a barrel.
J'ajouterai seulement que j'avalai, le soir, une galette d'avoine de deux livres, pour mon souper, et une bonne cruche de vin rouge. Il me fallut donc percer un autre trou à mon ceinturon, qui me serra alors comme un cercle autour d'un baril.