and, standing not on the order of his going, came sliding and tumbling down off the roof, striking the ground with too much emphasis and a great deal of feeling, where, joined by his comrades, who by this time had taken in the situation, he beat a hasty retreat, followed by the jeers of the Johnnies, and rejoined the column.
A veteran of the Seventh New Hampshire tells of one Charley Swain
, who was not only an excellent duty soldier,
but a champion forager.
While this regiment lay at St. Augustine, Fla.
, in 1863, Swain
started out on one of his quests for game, and, although it had grown rather scarce, at last found two small pigs penned up in the suburbs of the town.
His resolve was immediately made to take them into camp.
Securing a barrel, he laid it down, open at one end, in a corner of the pen, and without commotion soon had both grunters inside the barrel, and the barrel standing on end. By hard tugging he lifted it clear of the pen, and, taking it on his back, started rapidly for camp.
But his passengers were not long reconciled to such quick and close