barracks, the tears streaming down his cheeks.
I said, “What is the matter, Peter?”
He replied, “I didn't think I was coming out here to be rooted over by d-d hogs.”
“Oh,” I said, “if we get nothing worse than this I won't complain.”
“Well,” said he, “if we do I won't stay.”
He was discharged soon after.
After breakfast we slung knapsacks and marched down Pennsylvania Avenue to our camp ground on Meridian Hill
We had brought our tents from Massachusetts
and all our camp equipage, including bed sacks, but we could find nothing to fill them with, so we spread them on the ground empty.
The ground was filled with gravel stones and was not as “soft as downy pillows are,” but so hard that I believe the imprints of those stones are on me yet. At Meridian Hill
we began active drilling.
The duties of the field officers were divided, Colonel Hincks
taking charge of the battalion drills, Lieutenant-Colonel Devereaux
the manual, while Major How had the instruction of the guard.
We were encamped on the side of the hill, and marching in battalion drill was very hard, yet “from early morn till dewy eve” we were executing company or battalion movements.
Since our arrival in Washington
all had a fear of being poisoned; we hesitated to buy camp pies of any but old negro aunties, and a guard was constantly posted with loaded musket over the spring which supplied us with water.
One night a nervous comrade was on duty, and thinking that, in the darkness, he saw some one approaching to poison the spring, discharged his piece.
Immediately the camp was alarmed.
Without waiting to fall in line the cry went up
and without muskets all rushed for the