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was a sore trial to men who had given up much to 

 go to the war, and who rebelled at nothing in the 

 way of hardship or suffering, but who did bitterly 

 feel the fact that their sacrifices seemed to have been 

 useless. Of course those who stayed had done their 

 duty precisely as did those who went, for the ques- 

 tion of glory was not to be considered in comparison 

 to the faithful performance of whatever was or- 

 dered ; and no distinction of any kind was allowed in 

 the regiment between those whose good fortune it 

 had been to go and those whose harder fate it had 

 been to remain. Nevertheless the latter could not be 

 entirely comforted. 



The regiment had three mascots; the two most 

 characteristic a young mountain lion brought by 

 the Arizona troops, and a war eagle brought by 

 the New Mexicans we had been forced to leave be- 

 hind in Tampa. The third, a rather disreputable but 

 exceedingly knowing little dog, named Cuba, had 

 accompanied us through all the vicissitudes of the 

 campaign. The mountain lion, Josephine, possessed 

 an infernal temper; whereas both Cuba and the 

 eagle, which have been named in my honor, were 

 extremely good-humored. Josephine was kept tied 

 up. She sometimes escaped. One cool night in early 

 September she wandered off and, entering the tent 

 of a Third Cavalry man, got into bed with him; 

 whereupon he fled into the darkness with yells, 



