Company reel passed them at a sharp run, on its way to a fire; and the familiar apparatus was saluted with such a yell of recognition along the entire line, as must have fairly astonished the staid old reel.
Somebody remarked to one of the b'hoys, that his hair was cut rayther
“Oh, yes,” was the reply, “we all had our heads filed
before we left New York.”
They all look like fighting boys; but one company seems to have a special prestige that way. “If there's any mischief done, lay it onto Company 68,” seemed to be a pet phrase amongst the b'hoys.
Some of the Zouaves, in emerging from their quarters (Columbian Market building) this morning, disdaining the tedious, common-place mode of exit by the stairway, let themselves down to the street from the third story by a rope, like so many monkeys.--Charleston Mercury, May 8