h' shplendor
'propriate t' th' 'casion."

When the troops marched in in the afternoon, the encountered at the head
of the crowd that met them at the crossing of the creek just ouside
of town, a man who seemed filled with deep emotion, and clothed with
strange fancies. He wore a tall silk hat of antique patter, carefully
brushed, which he protected from the rays of the sun with a huge blue
cotton umbrella. A blue broadcloth coat, with gilt buttons, sat jauntily
over a black satin vest, and nankeen trousers. A pair of gold spectacles
reposed in magisterial dignity about half way down his nose, and a large
silver-headed cane in the left hand balanced the umbrella in the right.
By the side of the man with rare vestments stood another figure of even
more limpness of general bearing, whose garb consisted of a soldier's
uniform pantaloons and woolen shirt--none too clean--set off by a black
dress-coat, and white linen vest.

As the head of the column came up he in the blue broadcloth pulled off
his hat and spectacles, and addressed himself to speech:

"Allow me, shir, to welcome you with hoshpitable hands to a bloody--no,
let me tender you, shir, the liberties of our city, and reshoice shat
she old banner which has braved she battle, hash----"

The column had stopped, and the Captain commanding the advance
was listening patiently to what he supposed was the address of an
enthusiastic, but eccentric old Kentuckian, when one of the sharp-eyed
ones in the company shouted out:

"I declare, it's Kent Edwards and Abe Bolton."

The yell of laughter and applause at the ludicrous masquerade shook the
hills. The Colonel rode up to see what occasioned it. He recognized his
two men, and his face darkened with anger.

"You infernal rascals," he shouted, "you have been off plundering
houses, have you, in place of being with your company. I'll stop this
sort of thing mighty sudden. This regiment shall not degrade itself by
plundering and robbing, if I have to shoot every man in it. Captain,
arrest those men, and keep thim in close confinement until I can have
them tried and properly punished."

Chapter XVII. Alspaugh on a Bed of Pain.

This is the very ecstacy of love,
Whose violent property foredoes itself.
And leads the will to desperate undertakings
As often as any passion under Heaven
That does afflict our natures.--Hamlet

Endurance is made possible by reason of the element of divisibili