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colonel riding at the head — the little drum-major — the 

 colors and each well-known face. As they came up and I 

 saluted, some one recognized me and called my name. 

 Instantly the cry, "Lieutenant Goodell has come!" swept 

 down the line, and with one mighty shout the boys wel- 

 comed back the bearer of their pay. That night I went 

 from campfire to campfire and gave to each orderly ser- 

 geant the receipts for his company. Of all that money only 

 one envelope went astray, and the express company made 

 good the loss. 



But one more incident remains to be told, and then my 

 story is done. It seems that, owing to my delay in returning 

 to the regiment (having to wait for transportation more 

 than a week), the men began to get uneasy, and finally one 

 day a man hinted that I had made off with the money. 

 Instantly the little drum-major, whom I had once rescued 

 in an evil plight in Hartford where we were encamped, 

 leaped at him, knocked him down and gave him such a 

 licking as he had not had since his childhood days, when, 

 stretched across the maternal knee, he shed bitter tears, 

 as the shingle sought and found him every time. 



