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COLONEL FREDDY; or, the March and Encampment of the Dashahed Zouaves, | ||
CHAP. I. | —Belligerent Powers, | 5 |
II. | —Bull Run, | 30 |
III. | —Before Monterey, | 50 |
IV. | —A Grand Review, | 87 |
V. | —"Home! Sweet Home!" | 111 |
Conclusion, | 125 |
Tuesday morning dawned "as clearas a bell," as an old lady once said,and the Dashahed Zouaves, if notexactly up with the sun, were awakeand stirring at a much earlier hourthan usual; and after a rather morecareful washing and brushing thansoldiers usually indulge in, assembled[6]on the lawn, looking as bright as theirown buttons.
"What fun it is to be soldiers!"cried a little lisping fellow, one of theprivates. "I only wish thome Southernerswould come along now, andyou'd thee how I'd thmash 'em."
"Bravo, Louie!" said Harry,laughing; "I dare say, if we were togo to the wars, you'd keep on fightingthe battles of your country till youwere chopped in