ACROSS COUNTRY WITH A CAVALRY COLUMN. 



HE day's march has been just long enough 

 to make one comfortably tired, and the 

 bountiful dinner which the "Emperor" — 

 the skilful soldier cook to the headquar- 

 ters mess — had set before us an hour 

 ago having been duly discussed, we feel a 

 quiet satisfaction with everything and ev- 

 erybody as we lie stretched on the soft 

 grass or lounge in camp-stools before 

 our tents, lazily puffing at our cigars and 

 pipes, and enjoying the calm of the even- 

 ing. Before us run the rows of roomy 

 " Sibley " tents of the different troops of 

 cavalry that compose our command, re- 

 lieving against the bushes of wild roses 



and willows lining the banks of the 

 dancing, singing, merry little stream by 

 which the camp is pitched, and rolling in soft undulations on 

 all sides the prairie stretches far away to the distant foot-hills, 

 rising in gently rounded forms to the snow-capped mountains 

 that bound the horizon. The horses, munching their even- 

 ing allowance of grain, stand in long lines, tethered' to ropes 



