I am a French soldier, and my name is Pierre. I was born in a village in France, wher

I am a French soldier, and my name is Pierre. I was born in a village in France, where I lived till I became a man, with a shape and a colour from the same cause as other men, and with a form of flesh and bones, and a little mixture of other matter, for a certain time, till the shape was dried up, and the flesh was hardened, and the bones were made to shape themselves into a form of dryness. I have been