t after me at drill about being out of step, or some little
thing like that; and, by George, to hear him roar you'd have thought that
war wasn't anything but monkeying round with a musket. Why, the rascal came
from my part of the country, and his father before him wasn't fit to black
my boots."

"Did you knock him down?" eagerly inquired Bland.

"I told him to take off his confounded finery and I would," answered Dan.
"So when drill was over, we went off behind a tent, and I smashed his nose.
He's no coward, I'll say that for him, and when the Captain told him he
looked as if he'd been fighting, he laughed and said he had had 'a little
personal encounter with the enemy.'"

"Well, I'm willing enough to do battle for my country," said Jack Powell,
"but I'll be blessed if I'm going to have my elbow jogged by the poor white
trash while I'm doing it."

"He was scolding at us yesterday because when we were detailed to clean out
the camp, we gave the order to the servants," put in Baker. "Clean out the
camp! Does he think my grandmother was a chambermaid?" He suddenly broke
off and helped himself to a drink of water from a dripping bucket that a
tall mountaineer was passing round the group.

"Been to the creek, Pinetop?" he asked good-humouredly.

The mountaineer, who had won his title from his great height, towering as
he did above every man in the company, nodded drowsily as he settled
himself upon the ground. He was lithe and hardy as a young hickory, and his
abundant hair was of the colour of ripe wheat. At the call to arms he had
come, with long strides, down from his bare little cabin in the Blue Ridge,
bringing with him a flintlock musket, a corncob pipe, and a stockingful of
Virginia tobacco. Since the day of his arrival, he had accepted the pointed
jokes of the mess into which he had drifted, with grave lips and a flicker
of his calm blue eyes. They had jeered him unmercifully, and he had
regarded them with serene and wondering attention. "I say, Pinetop, is it
raining up where you are?" a wit had put to him on the first day, and he
had looked down and answered placidly:--

"Naw, it's cl'ar."

As he sat down in the group beside the woodpile, Bland tossed him the
latest paper, but carefully folding it into a square, he laid it aside, and
stretched himself upon the brown grass.

"This here's powerful weather for sweatin'," he pleasantly observed, as he
pulled a mullein leaf from the foot of the apple tree and p