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lowed. The First was under the command of Lieu- 

 tenant-Colonel Veile, the Tenth under Lieutenant- 

 Colonel Baldwin. Every few minutes there would 

 be a stoppage in front, and at the halt I would make 

 the men sit or lie down beside the track, loosening 

 their packs. The heat was intense as we passed 

 through the still, close jungle, which formed a wall 

 on either hand. Occasionally we came to gaps or 

 open spaces, where some regiment was camped, 

 and now and then one of these regiments, which ap- 

 parently had been left out of its proper place, would 

 file into the road, breaking up our line of march. 

 As a result, we finally found ourselves following 

 merely the trail of the regiment ahead of us, an 

 infantry regiment being thrust into the interval. 

 Once or twice we had to wade streams. Darkness 

 came on, but we still continued to march. It was 

 about eight o'clock when we turned to the left and 

 climbed El Paso hill, on whose summit there was a 

 ruined ranch and sugar factory, now, of course, de- 

 serted. Here I found General Wood, who was ar- 

 ranging for the camping of the brigade. Our own 

 arrangements for the night were simple. I ex- 

 tended each troop across the road into the jungle, 

 and then the men threw down their belongings 

 where they stood and slept on their arms. For- 

 tunately, there was no rain. Wood and I curled up 

 under our rain-coats on the saddle-blankets, while 



