the ground, or curled up and locked under the horse's body, his tall
hat tipped back, among a lot of military men (every one a soldier from the
ground up, and every one as trim a type as could be wished for) and
sitting his horse as if a part of it. But when the troops had all marched
past and the reviewing party rode away, they could not get away from him.
Awkward as Mr. Lincoln looked, he was at home on his horse. He had a good
horse and he stayed right with them to the end.

A few days later Clara Barton made us a visit. She brought her knitting
with her and stayed all the afternoon. She hunted up the boys who had
assisted her the evening after the battle. She went around among the
officers and men chatting with them in the pleasantest way. Toward night
we had a dress parade. She was made daughter of the regiment. She made a
little speech and there was cemented a friendship begun under fire which
was destined to last to the end of the lives of all participants.

October 27. Crossing the Potomac at Berlin we again entered Virginia
marching as far as Lovettsville. The next day we were informed that the
9th Army Corps had become a part of the Army of the Potomac. In the middle
of the afternoon of the 29th we left camp and marched until about sundown.
As we passed a farmhouse late in the afternoon I noticed some boys from
companies ahead of us jumping over the wall and getting cabbages from a
patch right beside the road. I followed suit and got a good one. Later on
as the head of the column turned into the field where we were to camp for
the night, I noticed the major was demanding the cabbages from the boys
ahead of us. I did not like the idea of being cheated out of mine, so I
out with my big knife, halved it and gave one piece to Billy. We had no
trouble in each of us concealing his half, but some one had to have some
fun out of it, and as we passed, the major piped up, "I say, Tom, what
are cabbages worth a pound?" The major, I think, took it as a slap at him
instead of being a little fun among ourselves, for he looked as ugly as a
meat axe at us, but he did not see any cabbages and we did have cabbage
for supper. The next morning we broke camp early and marched along the
east side of the Blue Ridge mountains as far as Vestal Gap. The following
day, November 2d, we moved along up the valley as far as Snickers Gap,
where we stayed two days.

November 4. Reports were flying around camp early in the morning that the
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