arrel,
perhaps, over the spoils.

Few will fail to carry to their homes recollections of that pleasing
episode in the history of the Regiment: the feasts of fat things, the
space-built inclosures around the camp-fires that sheltered them from
the blast, and were amphitheatres of amusement--recollections that will
interest many a future fireside, destined, with the lapse of time, to
become sacred as family traditions of the Revolution. And have they not
equal claims? The Revolution founded the country; this struggle must
save it from the infamous and despotic demands of a most foul and
unnatural Rebellion.

"Halloo! Doctor! where did that 'animile' come from," inquired the
Major, who formed one of a crowd, on the afternoon of the last day of
their stay in the Head Quarters Spruce Retreat, as the little Dutch
Doctor strutted alongside of a Corporal of an adjoining regiment, who
led by a halter, extemporized from a musket-strap and a cross-belt, a
small light dun horse.

"Mine, Major! Pay forty-five tollar--have pay five, only forty yet to
get. How you like him? What you tink?"

The "only forty yet to get" amused the crowd, but the Major, with the
gravity of a connoisseur, walked around the beast, nipped his legs, and
opened his mouth.

"Doctor, it's a pity to use this beast--only two years old, and never
shod. Is he broke?"

"No. No broke anywhere. Have look at whole of him."

The crowd laughed, and the Major with them.

"You don't understand me. Can you ride him?"

"Me no ride him, no saddle. Corporal, him ride all round."

The Corporal stated that he was broken in so far as to allow riding, and
was very gentle, as indeed was apparent from the looks of the animal.

"When did you get him, Corporal?" was the query of one of the crowd.

"I bought four yesterday for four hundred and seventy-five dollars
Confederate scrip."

"Why, where did you get that?"

"Bought it in Washington, when we first went through, of a boy on the
Avenue for fifteen cents. I thought there might be a show for it some
day or other."

The Corporal was a slender, lantern-jawed, weasel-faced Monongahela
raftsman, sharp as a steel-trap.

"The old fellow," continued he, "hung on to five hundred dollars for
about an hour. He took me into his house, gave me a nip of old apple
brandy, and then he'd talk about his horses and then another nip, till
we felt it a little, but no go. I had to jew, for it was all I had. I'd
just as leave have