I believe I have not told you----but I don't know----possibly I have----be it as it will, 'tis one of the number of those many things, which a man had better do over again, than dispute about it --That whatever town or fortress the corporal was at work upon, during the course of their campaign, my uncle _Toby_ always took care, on the inside of his sentry-box, which was towards his left hand, to have a plan of the place, fasten'd up with two or three pins at the top, but loose at the bottom, for the conveniency of holding it up to the eye, &c. . . . as occasions required; so that when an attack was resolved upon, Mrs. _Wadman_ had nothing more to do, when she had got advanced to the door of the sentry-box, but to extend her right hand; and edging in her left foot at the same movement, to take hold of the map or plan, or upright, or whatever it was, and with out-stretched neck meeting it half way, --to advance it towards her; on which my uncle _Toby's_ passions were sure to catch fire----for he would instantly take hold of the other corner of the map in his left hand, and with the end of his pipe in the other, begin an explanation.

I believe I have not told you - but I don't know - possibly I have - that whatever town or fortress the corporal was at work upon, during their campaign my uncle Toby always kept a plan of the place inside his sentry-box, fastened up with pins at the top, but loose at the bottom, for the convenience of holding it up to the eye.
So in an attack, Mrs. Wadman had nothing more to do, when she had got to the door of the sentry-box, but to extend her right hand; to take hold of the map or plan, and to advance it towards her; on which my uncle Toby's passions were sure to catch fire - for he would instantly take hold of the other corner of the map in his left hand, and with his pipe in the other, begin an explanation.
