For my own part, I declare it, that out of doors, I value not death at all: --not this ... added the corporal, snapping his fingers, --but with an air which no one but the corporal could have given to the sentiment. --In battle, I value death not this . . . and let him not take me cowardly, like poor _Joe Gibbins_, in scouring his gun --What is he? A pull of a trigger--a push of a bayonet an inch this way or that--makes the difference. --Look along the line--to the right--see! _Jack's_ down! well, --'tis worth a regiment of horse to him. --No--'tis _Dick_. Then _Jack's_ no worse. --Never mind which, --we pass on, --in hot pursuit the wound itself which brings him is not felt, --the best way is to stand up to him, --the man who flies, is in ten times more danger than the man who marches up into his jaws. --I've look'd him, added the corporal, an hundred times in the face, --and know what he is. --He's nothing, _Obadiah_, at all in the field. --But he's very frightful in a house, quoth _Obadiah_. ----I never mind it myself, said _Jonathan_, upon a coach-box. --It must, in my opinion, be most natural in bed, replied _Susannah_. --And could I escape him by creeping into the worst calf's skin that ever was made into a knapsack, I would do it there--said _Trim_--but that is nature.

'For my own part, I declare that in battle, I do not care this for death.' He snapped his fingers. 'Let death not take me in a cowardly way, like poor Joe Gibbins, in cleaning his gun. A pull of a trigger - a push of a bayonet - look along the line - see! Jack's down! No - 'tis Dick. Then Jack's no worse. No matter which it is; we pass on. In hot pursuit the wound which brings death is not felt. The man who flees is in ten times more danger than the man who marches up into the jaws of death. I've looked him in the face a hundred times, and know what he is. He's nothing, Obadiah, on the battlefield.'
'But he's very frightful in a house,' quoth Obadiah.
'I never mind it in a coach-box,' said Jonathan.
'It must, in my opinion, be most natural in bed,' said Susannah.
'And if I could escape him there, I would,' said Trim, - 'but that is nature.'
