ll aboard!"
yelled the captain, and all aboard it was for the Dashahed Zouaves, and
ever so many people beside, who, you may be sure, were all eyes when
they found out that such a _killing_ regiment was going down with them.

"Good-by, my boy," called Mr. Jourdain (who had followed the march in a
stage) from the wharf.

"Good-by, father; I say, old Beauregard will have to keep his eyes open
now the Dashahed Zouaves are in the field!" and Freddy waved his cap in
one hand and his sword in the other to his father, as long as he could
see him.

In a few moments the boat was fairly out from the wharf, and the whole
regiment comfortably seated on the promenade deck; very proud of their
new responsibilities as members of the army and society generally, and
surrounded by a crowd of admirers.

"Jolly, ain't I hungry!" exclaimed Freddy, as he joined them; "I went
off with hardly any breakfast, I declare! wasn't that noble?"

"Noble? I don't see it!" said Charley Spicer. "Nobody asked you to go
without your breakfast!"

"Why, wasn't I in a hurry to serve my country? When I was so full of
glory, I couldn't stop to get full of beefsteak and coffee beside!"

"Never mind!" cried Harry Livingston, "I have some sandwiches in my
knapsack, and you shall have some, Fred."

"Have you? there's six big apples in mine," said Charley.

"Here's a quart of peanuts and half a pound of taffy for my share,"
added Jimmy Boorman.

"And I've a pair of broiled spring chickens! high diddle-diddle!"
shouted George.

"Good boy!" exclaimed Tom Pringle; "here, take my molasses and water
bottle--canteen, I mean, and pass round the tin plate for the Colonel!"

Amid high glee, every one bestowed a part of his provisions on Freddy
until a sufficiently motley meal was collected; half of which he
immediately offered again to his companions, who, of course, were quite
ready to feel hungry too, and they all munched together, like a company
of gypsies.

"I say, Capting," said a tall Yankee in a fur hat, to Peter, "what may
yew calculate dewing on Long Island?"

"Why, we're going into camp, to be sure."

"Lors-a-massy! them air boys all alone by theirselves!" exclaimed an
old countrywoman, carrying a large market basket, and wearing a great
pair of brass-rimmed spectacles. "It beats all natur!"

"Yew ha'n't got no one to look arter you?" continued the tall Yankee.

"Certainly; here's our commanding officer, Col. Jourdain."

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