The conversation, which, with the going down of the fire, was likely to take on a somewhat sober aspect, would again assume a more cheerful strain.
For a time conjectures on the plan of the coming compaign would be exchanged.
Volumes of wisdom concerning what ought
to be done changed hands at these camp-fires, mingled with much “I told you so” about the last battle.
Alexanders simply swarmed, so waiting for marching Orders.
numerous were those who could solve the Gordian knot of success at sight.
It must interest those strategists now, as they read history, to see how little they really knew of what was taking place.
When this slight matter of the proper thing for the army to do was disposed of, some one would start a song, and then for an hour at least “John Brown
's body,” “Marching along,” “Red
, and blue
,” “Rally ‘round the flag,” and other popular and familiar songs would ring out on the clear evening air, following along in quick succession, and sung with great earnestness and enthusiasm as the chorus was