A NIGHT WITH THE FOURTH CORPS. 







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E had met the enemy, and they 

 were ours !" — that is to say, 

 the manoeuvres of the day 

 were nearly over, the um- 

 pires had rendered their 

 decisions, the enemy was in 

 full retreat, and we, in the 

 advance of our corps, were 

 in hot pursuit. We were 

 in a lovely country, on the 

 edge of Thuringia, the garden of Germany, and in one of its 

 most ancient provinces, rich and fertile Altenburg. A lovely 

 country indeed, with velvety green valleys, threaded by silvery 

 winding streams, smiling and sparkling in the sun, and dotted 

 with groups of red-roofed farm-houses, half concealed in fruit- 

 filled orchards. Away over in our front, along the richly wood- 

 ed, rolling hills, ran the white, dusty highway, winding in and 

 out among the trees, and covered with the long columns of the 

 slowly retreating enemy, their light-horse — "Green Hussars," 

 so called from the color of their dolmans — hoverins; in clouds 

 on their flanks and rear, and stubbornly contesting our advance. 

 Sometimes the report of a rifle, and a wreath of blue smoke 



