The soldier says, "Where is my regiment? I have no idea. I left them three days past."

"So you're a deserter," you say.

"Yes, I am. I admit it! When I joined Colonel Henry's Virginia regiment he promised adventure and excitement. Patrick Henry also made the promise of good pay, good food, and good clothes. But in truth, the food was rotten and sparse, and the tents were leaky and crowded, they don't have any uniforms to issue and there's not much exciting about soldiering. It's all endless drills and marching! Why, they don't even give you a decent pair of boots.

"But," he adds, "the last straw was last week. I discovered they didn't have enough munitions to last a month. They lined us up to draw ammunition, but all they had was a couple of musket cartridges for each man. Only two cartridges for my musket and they're talking about marching off to fight Lord Dunmore and his British soldiers. I don't care about their talk of liberty and freedom. I knew I had to flee before they marched us off to die like lambs led to slaughter."

You say, "I'm afraid I haven't any bread to give you. And I must bid you farewell."

Have you learned a secret? Or do you want to continue on to the slave gathering.