Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 21 June to November 1860 . MY FIEST WATCU. less to bed, and start breakfastless in the morn-ing. They stood instead of a hundred things,and were, to use the phrase of a philosopher,the fundamental data of life. By them we lived,and moved, and had our being. On coming to the camp-ground the horseswere at once unsaddled and the mules unhar-nessed, all watered and turned out to graze tilltwilight, when they were picketed for the tents were pitched, wood cut, and waterbrought for the cooks, who set forth their tins,built the fires, and proceeded to bu
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 21 June to November 1860 . MY FIEST WATCU. less to bed, and start breakfastless in the morn-ing. They stood instead of a hundred things,and were, to use the phrase of a philosopher,the fundamental data of life. By them we lived,and moved, and had our being. On coming to the camp-ground the horseswere at once unsaddled and the mules unhar-nessed, all watered and turned out to graze tilltwilight, when they were picketed for the tents were pitched, wood cut, and waterbrought for the cooks, who set forth their tins,built the fires, and proceeded to business. Aftersupper, the Avatch, who was on duty from sunsettill midnight, built smudges for the animals, sawthey were properly picketed, and began his rounds. The blankets were spread in the tents, the tentssmudged or mosquito nets hung, and at darknearly all were asleep. A few lingered aroundthe camp-fire telling stories of home, singingsongs and choruses, and smoking their pipes;but soon they, too, joined the sleepers. My first w-atch happened to fall whil
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