ng been a member of the Seventh before he joined
the Zouaves, and a habitue of the Gymnasium so much affected by the
members of that regiment, he had acquired some capacity of bearing
fatigue before entering upon that soldier-life which of all demands the
most unrelaxing endurance.

A picture very little different from that just presented, though taller
and lanker in figure, was to be found in Bob Webster, John Crawford's
comrade and file-closer, who went into the charge that evening at his
side. A little less hardy, more of a giant in strength, and with a ruddy
tinge on the end of his long nose, that had been acquired by more years
and more whiskey than confessed to by Crawford--such was the only
difference observable in the two men of the dirty white turbans and the
discolored uniforms, who went into battle together.

The point of the enemy's front at which the Zouaves struck in the
charge, was considerably to the right of the Union centre (the enemy's
left) and very near to the edge of the wood bounding Carter's Field on
the North. The company to which the two comrades belonged had the
extreme right, (the post of honor), and they were consequently, when the
charge had penetrated so far that the rebels began to give way, almost
in the edge of the woods. Some of the men in a South Carolina regiment,
the enemy's extreme left, seemed to fight like fiends, supported by a
battery of the same State that it became necessary to capture. This was
finally swept, and the South Carolinians at last gave way, falling back
into the woods, now beginning to grow dark, but firing from behind trees
as they retired. Too much excited to heed the recall just then sounded,
a dozen or two of the Zouaves, remembering their unexpended ammunition,
tried their hand for the time at bush-fighting, with more or less
success. Some of them were shot down, but others succeeded in killing or
capturing the peculiar fugitives of whom they started in chase. Crawford
and Webster had so far succeeded in keeping together, and neither had
received even a scratch.

One of the rebels, conspicuous by the fact that he had lost or thrown
off his coat and was consequently in "Irish uniform," had been
especially followed by half a dozen of the Zouaves, as he fell back
farther and farther into the woods, dodging and firing from behind
trees, and proving that he must have come from one of the hill regions
of the Palmetto State, where the hunting of wild beasts yet k