Roger Lamb, a British soldier on Burgoyne’s 1777 campaign, recounted at length the story of a wife in his company who had set out on her own from Fort Ticonderoga to catch up with her husband on the march towards Saratoga. Alone in the woods, she went into labor; she had the good fortune to be found by a local inhabitant and taken to his house to bear her child. Not to be deterred in her journey, she set out the very next day and successfully joined the army.
People were very likely to be wrong about their blood alcohol level. I understand that alcohol breath and blood testing is important, but this is terrible. People suck at this. Can you imagine if the driving speed laws were like this? What if you didn’t have a speedometer in your car, and you’d never even seen one being used. What if the speed limit was 6,000 feet/minute? How would you know what that was like? Could you trust the other people on the road to know? Would you constantly recalculate your position and the time which had passed since your departure?
On Friday and Saturday I visited as many more as I could. I found some in their cells under ground; others in their garrets, half starved both with cold and hunger, added to weakness and pain. But I found not one of the unemployed who was able to crawl about the room. So wickedly, devilishly false is that common objection, “They are poor only because they are idle.”