y-sergeant was an old soldier of the name of Armstrong, an honest and worthy fellow, who did his dulike a bull in a china-shop, was admitted by Armstrong to the mess because he was a neighbour, and kward, if we but pointed our fingers at him. Armstrong contributed to the general comfort a stylishs apt; and, with such ancient campaigners as Armstrong and old Slate,--both of whom had been in theng our wounds, we were in better mood.
Then Armstrong, the old orderly, suggested that we should sto Lieutenant Mason, nor even to my messmate Armstrong, could I speak with freedom.
Any of them miany, he did enough for the general welfare.
Armstrong and Story were sergeants; and, of course, thle; and having obtained the countersign from Armstrong, I set out, as soon as it was dark, to levy and Slate, to see the grin of admiration on Armstrong's face, and Newton Story open his eyes, and South.
Had it not been for Newton Story and Armstrong, who knew intuitively when to interpose thei[1 more...]