ith a dozen more for anybody and everybody. At last Mr.
Jourdain glanced at his watch and said, "Come, Colonel, I'm afraid
you'll miss the boat if you don't make haste. Remember, you have a long
march before you, and it is almost ten o'clock now."

"Ah, that's a fact!" exclaimed the commander. "Ahem! fall in, old chaps,
that is, squad--battalion--what's his name; pshaw! and let's be off."

This mandate to "fall in" certainly appeared to be translated "poke in"
by the greater part of the corps, for it was directly followed by such a
treading upon everybody's toes, and a ramming of elbows into other
people's stomachs and chests, and such imminent danger incurred of every
eye in the company being put out with bayonets held upside down,
straight out, wiggle-waggle, and "various," as rendered it highly likely
that matters would be terminated by a fall _out_; but at last they were
fairly in line, and marched down the steps into the street; feeling a
little shame-faced, but excessively proud of their new and conspicuous
position.

All the neighbors were leaning out of windows, nearly petrified with
astonishment at what was going on; while at least fifty little ragged
boys stood staring at the door, their eyes almost popping out of their
heads, as the glorious Dashahed Zouaves made their appearance; trying
desperately to tuck in the broad grins that _would_ show at the corners
of their mouths, and disturb the proper gravity of a soldier.

But their good behavior was nearly put to flight altogether when they
beheld, waiting to escort them, three of the tallest policemen in the
city (to engage whom Mr. Jourdain had made that third call, you
remember, in B---- street), and Dodworth's splendid brass band,
marshalled in full force.

Oh! how their eyes did sparkle! They could hardly get into marching
order, or wait until Freddy, who had lingered behind to say good-by,
came out and took his place at the head of the regiment. Then, with one
more tremendous cheer, rang out the command,

MARCH!

Out burst the band with the glorious "Star-spangled Banner;" brightly
streamed the folds of the flag itself in the wind; proudly Colonel
Freddy waved his sword in the air; and so, with steps that kept time to
the music, and hearts that thrilled with a mixture of fun and
patriotism, the gallant Dashahed Zouaves marched off for Camp
McClellan.

CHAPTER III.

CAMP LIFE.

TOOT-TOOO! went the whistle of the steamboat "Mattano." "A