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Once the General was engaged in earnest consultation with Colonel Pickering until after night had fairly set in.  Washington prepared to stay with the colonel over night, provided he had a spare blanket and straw.  “Oh yes,” said Primus, who was appealed to, “plenty of straw and blankets, plenty.”

Two humble beds were spread side by side in the tent and the officers laid themselves down, while Primus seemed to be busy with duties that required his attention before he himself could sleep.  He worked, or appeared to work, until the breathing of the prostrate gentlemen satisfied him that they were sleeping, and then seating himself upon a box, he leaned his head upon his hands to obtain such repose as he could.

In the middle of the night Washington awoke.  He looked about and descried the negro.  He gazed at him awhile and then spoke.

“Primus,” said he, “Primus!” Primus started up and rubbed his eyes.

“What, General?” said he.  Washington rose up in his bed.  “Primus,” said he, “what do you mean by saying that you had straw and blankets enough?  Here you have given up your blankets and straw to me, that I may sleep comfortably, while you are obliged to sit through the night.”  “It’s nothing, General,” said Primus!  “It’s nothing!  I’m well enough!  Don’t trouble yourself about me, General, but go to sleep again.  No matter about me, I sleep very good!” “But it is matter, it is matter,” said Washington.  “I cannot do it, Primus.  If either is to sit up, I will.  But I think there is no need of either sitting up.  The blanket is wide enough for two.  Come and lie down with me.”

“Oh no, General!” said Primus, starting and protesting against the proposition.  “No, let me sit here.”  “I say come and lie down here!” said Washington.  “There is room for both; I insist upon it.”

He threw open the blanket as he spoke, and moved to one side of the straw.  Primus professes to have been exceedingly shocked at the idea of lying under the same covering with the commander-in-chief, but his tone was so resolute and determined that he could not hesitate.  He prepared himself therefore and laid himself down by Washington; on the same straw under the same blanket, the General and the negro servant slept until morning.

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An anecdote characteristic of Washington is related by Professor McVickar, in his narrative of “The Life of Dr. Bard,” who attended Washington during a severe illness in 1789.

It was a case of anthrax (carbuncle) so malignant as for several days to threaten mortification.  During this period Dr. Bard never quitted him.  On one occasion being left alone with him, General Washington, looking steadily in his face, desired his candid opinion as to the probable termination of his disease, adding with that placid firmness which marked his address, “Do not flatter me with vain hopes, I’m