Chapter 25 No.25

Our Party of Recruits own the Earth-We Live High, Give a

Ball, and go to the Guard-House-And are Arrested by Colored

Troops.

Let's see, I forget whether I have ever told about getting strung up on a bayonet, near New Orleans, when I first went south as a recruit. It was before I had joined my regiment, and I was with a gang of recruits, al