n rolled up in our overcoats and rubber blankets, with our knapsacks for a pillow, we could get a good night's rest.
Two days out from Camp Lincoln, the regiment overtook the corps and took its place in the Second Brigade.
According to Col. Beckwith the reception it received was not altogether pleasant.
He says, Another source of annoyance and hardship was the constant shouting and ridicule we received from the old regiments.
We were called Paid Hirelings, Two Hundred Dollar Men, Sons of Mars; told we would get soft bread farther on if we did not like hardtack; asked if we liked army life, and a lot of stuff too foolish to speak of; but to us it was excessively annoying.
Our men were an extraordinary body of troops and felt keenly this ridicule, but they bore it patiently, except now and then some hot blood would hit out and resent the insult.
Such outbreaks were quickly quieted.
Soon, however, a sincere friendship sprang up between the 121st and the 5th Maine, which deepened