ly in the war, and, having had so safe — or, as the boys used to say, soft --and easy a time of it in the forts, had re-enlisted, only to be soon relieved of garrison duty and sent to the front as infantry.
But while they were veterans in service in point of time, yet, so far as the real hardships of war were concerned, they were simply recruits.
I shall never forget that muggy, muddy morning of the 18th of May, when, standing by the roadside near what was known as the Brown House, at Spottsylvania, I saw this fine-looking lot of soldiers go by. Their uniforms and equipments all seemed new. Among the regiments was the First Maine Heavy Artillery.
What regiment is this?
was inquired at the head of the column by bystanders.
First Maine, was the reply.
After the columns had marched by a while, some one would again ask what regiment it was, only to find it still the First Maine.
It numbered over two thousand strong, and, never having lost any men in battles and hard campa