Third Regiment, under tents and making ready to march; and the log cantonment of Colonel Lamb’s artillery, where the cannoneers saluted, then, for no reason, cheered us. Beyond were camped Alden’s Regiment, I think, and in the rear the Fourth and Fifth New York. A fort flew our own regimental flag beside the pretty banner of our new nation.

“Oho!” said Boyd, with an oath. “I’m damned if I care for barracks when a bed in the open is good enough. Why the devil have they moved us indoors, do you think?”

I knew no more than did he, and liked our new quarters no better.

At the fort gate the sentry saluted, and we dismounted. Our junior ensign, Benjamin Chambers, a smart young dandy, met us at the guard-house, directed Boyd to Captain Simpson’s