StNicholas . e man that had abrave heart, but a most cowardly pair of legs ! i88i.] RECOLLECTIONS OF A 69 Chaptkr in. OUR FIRST WINTER QUARTERS. Well, fellows, I tell you what! I ve hearda good deal about the balmy breezes and sunnyskies of Old Virginny, but if this is a specimen ofthe sort of weather they have in these parts, I, forone, move we right-about-face and march home. So saying, Phil Hammer got up from under thescrub-pine, where he had made his bed for the inland in the direction of Falmouth, and hadhalted and camped for the night in a thick under-growth of scrub-pine an
StNicholas . e man that had abrave heart, but a most cowardly pair of legs ! i88i.] RECOLLECTIONS OF A 69 Chaptkr in. OUR FIRST WINTER QUARTERS. Well, fellows, I tell you what! I ve hearda good deal about the balmy breezes and sunnyskies of Old Virginny, but if this is a specimen ofthe sort of weather they have in these parts, I, forone, move we right-about-face and march home. So saying, Phil Hammer got up from under thescrub-pine, where he had made his bed for the inland in the direction of Falmouth, and hadhalted and camped for the night in a thick under-growth of scrub-pine and cedar. The day of ourlanding was remarkably fair. The skies were sobright, the air was so soft and balmy, that we wererejoiced to find what a pleasant country it was wewere getting into, to be sure; but the next morn-ing, when we drummer-boys woke the men withour loud reveille, we were all of Phils opinion,that the sunny skies and balmy breezes of this newland were all a miserable fiction. For, as man after. IN WINTER QUARTERS. night, shaking the snow from his blanket and thecape of his overcoat, while a loud Ha! ha! andan oft-repeated What do you think of this, boys?rang along the hill-side on which we had found ourfirst camping-place on Old \irginias Shore. The weather had played us a most deceptiveand unpleasant trick. We had landed the daybefore, as my journal says, at Belle Plains, at aplace called Piatts Landing, having been broughtdown from Washington on the steamer Louis-iana ; had marched some three or four miles man opened his eyes at the loud roll of our drums,and the shout of the orderly : Fall in, CompanyD, for roll-call! he found himself covered withfour inches of snow, and more coming down. Fort-unately, the bushes had afforded us some protec-tion ; they were so numerous and so thick that onecould scarcely see twenty rods ahead of him, andwith their great overhanging branches had kindlykept the falling snow out of our faces at least, whilewe slept. And now bega
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