ght days' provender and sixty rounds of ball cartridge, our Division,
of almost 9,000 men, moved, followed by two ambulances to pick up those
who might fall by the way, in the rear of which were five additional
ambulances for the especial use of Division Head-quarters. For a General
of whom reporters had said that "he was most at home in the field," the
supply of ambulances, full of creature comforts, was unusually heavy. On
we moved over the familiar ground of the Warrenton Pike, in common with
several other Army Corps in a grand march; our Division, with its two
ambulances; our General with his five,--and our proportionate number of
pack horses and mules. The obstinacy of the latter animal was sorely
punished by the apparent effort during that march to teach it perpetual
motion. Halt the Division did statedly, but there was no rest for the
poor mule. Experience had taught its driver that the beast would take
advantage of the halt to lie down, and when once down no amount of
tugging and swearing and clubbing could induce it to rise. Hence, while
the command would enjoy their stated halts by the wayside, these strings
of mules would be led or driven in continuous circles of steady toil.
Despite the vigilance of their drivers, a mule would occasionally drop,
and his companions speedily follow, to stand a siege of kicks, cuffs,
and bayonet pricks, and to be reduced, or what would be more appropriate
in their case, raised at length by the application of a mud plaster to
the nostrils, which would bring the beast up in an effort to breathe
freely; from which may arise the slang phrase of "bringing it up a
snorting."

Onward they marched, those wearers of the cross, the square, the circle,
the crescent, the star, the lozenge, and the tripod; emblemed
representatives of the interests of a common humanity in the triumphal
march that the world is witness to, of the progress of Universal
Emancipation. Landed aristocracies of the Old World may avow their
affinity to the aristocracy of human flesh and blood that has so long
cursed the New; but now that the suicidal hand of the latter has caused
the forfeit of its existence, we are the centre of the hopes, fears, and
prayers of the universal brotherhood of man in the effort to blot out
for ever the only foul spot upon our national escutcheon.

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"De Lor bress ye. I know yez all. Yez, Uncle Samuel's children. Long
looked for come at las," sai