CAMPAIGNING WITH MAX. 137 



Memphis over a dozen of wine won his gener- 

 ous silence. 



One might go on with interminable gossip 

 over incidents of camp and field for which at 

 this late day only scant interest is felt; but 

 nothing that I could say more would probably 

 aid my purpose, which has been simply by a 

 trifling sketch to recall the jollity, the comfort, 

 the suffering, and the misery of campaign life, 

 and to show how in the field more than any- 

 where else one learns to cherish and to depend 

 upon a faithful and honest and willing comrade 

 like my royal old Max. 



