filled by men wearing the habiliments of soldiers, and with muskets, and bayonets affixed, in their hands.
There were none like these here two years ago, for these men are negroes.
But wherein do they differ from those around them?
These are dressed as well — indeed the same; they look as strong, they step as firmly, they move as orderly, and there is only one difference — their faces are black.
But the cruel ban which we have placed on them for this has been washed away in blood, at Port Hudson, at Wagner, at Petersburg, and now they are among the regenerators of the land.
Let them be honored for what they have done!
They come not in companies or detachments, but in regiments.
They are full of humor and good will, and, as they march along, give utterance to expressions which are alive with mirth and significant in meaning.
One little wiry-looking fellow says: Ise bin yere 'fore, I is. My ole mars'r live jist little piece ove'yere.
I'se gwine t'see yim.
The cavalry's stea