Johnny Reb and Billy Yank . burden, the more reck-less they became, fairly strewing the route with clothes, cookingutensils and provisions. But these household goods were notlost, for the country people in the vicinity reaped a rich harvest andlaid in a large supply for future use. The troops now, for the first time, discovered what marchingreally meant, as day after day they kept up the long winding roadleading southward, with a steady, ceaseless action that soon brokemany down. The weather too was of the real March kind. Itseemed as if it snowed the first hour, rained the second, wassunny th
Johnny Reb and Billy Yank . burden, the more reck-less they became, fairly strewing the route with clothes, cookingutensils and provisions. But these household goods were notlost, for the country people in the vicinity reaped a rich harvest andlaid in a large supply for future use. The troops now, for the first time, discovered what marchingreally meant, as day after day they kept up the long winding roadleading southward, with a steady, ceaseless action that soon brokemany down. The weather too was of the real March kind. Itseemed as if it snowed the first hour, rained the second, wassunny the third, clouded up the fourth, hailed the fifth, rainedagain the sixth, sleeted the seventh, cleared up beautifully theeighth, and a hurricane the ninth, and froze everything solid thetenth, thawed the eleventh, with clear starlight the twelfth. The highways were in a woeful condition. Huge ruts seamedthe road where the artillery had passed; while the long train ofheavily-loaded wagons had made the way a mire through which. Hj>Ta! >x^c».l-\ AND SO, SNAIL-FASHION. HE CARRIED HIS HOUSE ON HIS pawe 100 THK RETREAT lOI the soldiers toiled painfully in sullen silence—or muttered anathe-mas against the weather and mud. At night, tired and stiff, we camped in some convenient woods,and using the axe remorselessly we soon had immense camp-fires blazing with a vigor and snap that sent warmth and joy tothe marrow in our bones. A camp-fire is the delight of a soldierslife; it is the one soft place in his heart; and the larger it is, thehappier is he. When its flames mount upward and entwine inloving embrace the very overhanging branches, when the coalslie hot and ruddy beneath, there is nothing he thinks he cannotdare of high emprise and valorous undertaking; but let them fadeinto dullness under an old green log, and he feels at once life isnot worth a continental cent. Given: some vast monarch of the forest lying prone on theground, with a fence near by whose rails
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