welcome.

"It does a fellow good to feel a little frisky,"

sang, or rather shouted, a little Corporal, whom we have met before in
these pages, as he made ridiculous efforts to infuse life into heels
clodded with mud.

"Talk as you please about old Pigey, boys, he's a regular trump on the
whiskey question. He'll cut red-tape any day on that. Don't you see the
boys?" continued the Corporal, addressing a crowd reposing at full
length upon the freshly cut pine boughs, conspicuous among whom was the
Adjutant;--pointing as he spoke to several men in uniform, but boys in
years, who were being forced and dragged along by successive groups of
their comrades.

"Couldn't stand the Commissary--stomachs too tender. Ha! ha! Pigey and
myself are in on that."

"What is up now, Corporal?" queried the Adjutant.

"Nothing is up; it's all down," retorted the Corporal, in a half
serious air, as he saluted the Colonel respectfully. "You see, Adjutant,
they are bits of boys at any rate, just from school, and the Commissary
was too much for their empty stomachs. I was sent back to hurry up the
stragglers, and while we were catching up as rapidly as possible, old
Pigey came ploughing up the mud alongside of us, followed by that
sucker-mouthed Aid. I saw at once that Division Head-quarters had a good
load on. With a patronizing grin, said the General stopping short
alongside of a wagon belonging to another corps, and that was fast
almost up to the wagon-bed, while the mules were fairly floating,
'What's in that wagon?' and without waiting for answer, 'whiskey, by
G--d,' he broke out, snuffing at the same time towards the wagon. 'Boys,
unload a couple of barrels,' he continued, good-humoredly, as if trying
to make up for the outrage he has just committed upon the Regiment. The
driver protested, and the wagon guards said that it could not be taken
without an order; but it was after three, and old Pigey ripped and swore
that his order was as good as anybody's, and the guards were frightened
enough to let our boys roll out two barrels. No pigeon-holing on a
whiskey scent! One barrel he ordered up to his head-quarters, and the
head of the other was knocked in, and he told us to drink our fill, and
at it the boys went. Tin cups, canteens, cap-covers, anything that would
hold the article, were made use of, and they are a blue old crowd, from
the General down. The boys had had nothing but a few hard tack during
the day, and it was abo