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HORSE, FOOT, AND DRAGOONS. 





if there could be 

 any doubt of its be- 

 ing anything else ! 

 If there is any- 

 thing in the world, 

 unless it be the 

 startlino; alarum of 

 the "long roll," 

 that will bring a 

 man to his waking 

 senses in less time 

 than a dozen of 

 Uncle Sam's trum- 

 peters tooting away 

 at reveille, we have 

 yet to meet with it in our more or less limited experience. 



How brightly the sun is shining as we unloosen the 

 cords that hold the flaps of our tent together, and step out 

 in front ! Whew ! but it is cold too, the morning air, and 

 the water in the tin basin, perched on the three stakes driven 

 upright into the ground on one side of our temporary abode, 

 is just as near being ice as it can be, and yet remain in a 

 fluid state. Two or three tents down the line the cheery 

 junior major is polishing his face with a rough towel till it 

 shines again, and his jolly, hearty " Good -morning!" greets us 

 cordially as soon as we make our appearance. All is life 

 and bustle over among the men as they go trooping off, 

 some, tin cup and platter in hand, for breakfast and the 

 steaming hot coffee that the cooks are already preparing, 

 some to look after the horses or to make a hasty toilet by 

 the stream, the dogs, of which we have several in the com- 

 mand, barking and jumping up to their masters with morn- 



