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the woods. gradually work my way along
the left of the parade-ground. occasionally
halting to listen to some especially fine air
from the bands, until, at length 1 bring up
AT HEADQUARTERS
which is an enclosure open toward the par
ade-ground, and enclosed on the other three
sides by the staff officers tents, which face
inward, and whose intersecting cords effect
ually prevent any passage between them.
Leaving my team in the charge of IN Afri.
can OF trustworthy appearance, who stands
near at hand for that purpose, approach
the nearest entrance, where 1 encounter
Gen. Joseph S. Smith, Commissary of Sub
sistehce, who has just helped from a carriage
his sister, Mrs. Jameson, who with her two
nleces, bright, artless girls from Tennessee,
ls daily visitor to the muster grounds. The
| deep interest she feels in the military can
| be readily understood, as it was her husband.
General Jameson, who led the gallant Second
| Maine Regiment to the first battles of the
war, and on whose shoulders, after the battle
OF Fredericksburg tie Major Generals Stars
were descending when mortal illness struck
him down and stied his brave heart forever.
| AT wave of Gen. Smiths hand the au-
tomato sentinel stops midway in his formu-
llstlc inquiry as to my pass, ceases to obtrude
his musket, and allows me to enter The
charmed enclosure. In front of Gen. Cham
berlain's tent
| ORDERLY WILL r. PITMAN
twirls his elaborately waxed moustache, and
dlsposes himself in statuesque attitudes.
| when not galoping over the grounds in the
execution OF orders. Among group of ladies'
seated by the tent stands Governor Dineley
who is this forenoon paying the camp an in
formal visit; he chats pleasantly with tie
people about him, but through his affability
peers that intense, wa:chful expression which
marks him as one of the most persistent and
lndetatlgable of men, one who never for
an instant loses sight of the object ofhis am-
bition nor ceases his exertion to attain IL, no
matter what may be his apparent occupation.
Martial-looking officers magnificent in blue
and gold, are standing about, or striding over
the ground in the execution of their military
| duties; splendid looking men all and adorned
to the utmost with the glded trappings OF war;
but even while the martial music cashed, and
the gay banners tapped, my mind wandered
away from this tnsel glitter about me, and
L thought of these same officers as ten years
ago, with dusty, faded uniforms and battle
flags torn by bullets, they acted their parts
ON bloody muster fields, and won in wounds
and hardship the right TO the titles and dec
orations which they wear to-day.
| The officers tents are commodious, with
board floors, and are fitted with camp-beds,
dressing cases, and in fact everything neces-
sary TO make luxurious quarters. The occu-
pants, after the manner of military men, are
very generally inclined to extend hospitali-
ties to visitors. By suggestion and under
guidance of Orderly Pitman, make the tour
OF the entire encampment. The tents of the
line officers are in row facing those of the
private soldiers, and all of them lie parallel
with the battle-ground. The occupants are
favored with numerous visiting sisters, wives,
and sweethearts, who generally stay to din
ner. AT the farther end of the officers row
is the tent of the Hospital Steward, where
we sit few minutes. By advice of the
surgeon we swallow a refreshing compound
made by his prescription, and to which one
ingredient, raspberry shrub, gives a peculiar
amoothness and a fine ruby color. A hula
baloo outside calls us from the tent and we
find group collecting about
1 DRUNKEN SCALLAwAG,
| a civilian, who has been caught peddling liq-
uor from bottle to the soldiers. He looks
indescribably slouching and mean as he shuf-
fies along between two soldiers. He is brought
up TO lie sentenced, and after parading him
about while for the dersion of the specta-
tors, he is marched off to the guard tent.
Instant punishment has followed every of
tense of this kind when detected, and the Or
der and discipline of the camp are excellent.
1t is, OF course, impossible to prevent some
drunkenness among the soldiers, muster day
being tradltionally one OF festvity, but it is
due them to say that almost universally their
behavior both in and out of camp has been
excellent, and suspect that if so little liquor
had been drunk in single training day OF ye
olden time, our fathers would have stigma
tized the occasion as one of cherries and ur-
gracious sobriety.
1t is noon, and the boys are rushing for ra-
tions which are abundant and well cooked.
We look into one of their tents as we pass
along; one side is occupied by wooden bunk
whose asperities are softened by fragrant
hemlock boughs, making a couch whose So
porifc properties can be compared only to a
bed of poppes. Kuapsacks, ove,coats and
blankets are slowed neatly about, and the
whole interior looks ship-shape. At head
quarters band is playing finely; stop here
half hour, passed in enjoying the music.
and conversing with the officers, and then fall
in with the hurrying crowd that surges city
ward and drive back to town to dinner
At three o'clock P. NJ. return to the mus
ter field where the
GOVERNORS RECEPTION
is taking place. The first ceremonies are
over when arrive, and his ExcelIency is con
versing with the numerous visitors who
fill headquarters; near him stands Hon.
Sidney A. Perham, smiling blandly upon
all around him, and shaking hands exten-
sively. 1 instinctively cast my eyes about
for our Eastern Senator, hut apparently
he has not the military tastes of the
renowned Carthaginian whose name he bears,
for can see him nowhere; perhaps he is
down among the people and teams who
crowd densey about the other three sides of
the parade ground But By far the most
distingue person on the grounds is
GENERAL JOSHUA L. CHA MBERLAIN,
who with his erect carriage, iron-gray hair,
and Roman features, looks every inch the
4 soldier-just the soldier to be in at the death
of a mighty confederacy, and to win renown
at cost of painful and dangerous wounds.
Plainly dressed, absolutely without decora-
ton, he moves about the camp with an eye
that takes in everything and sparkles with
interest at every military evolution.
At four O'Clock Is the hour for the
GRAND REVIEW,
when the soldiers form in line facing head