that the railroad officials had taken care to place on the tracks. The train moved away smoothly and swiftly, and was soon far out of the sound of the enthusiastic cheers of those of the Seventy-first who remained at home. Immediately behind the engine came the commissary and quartermaster's cars. Over the former commissary Jacob Hess presided, and the myrmidons of Acting Quartermaster O. C. Hoffman smashed the baggage in the latter. Following these, came three elegant passenger coaches, and they were followed in turn by four palace cars. The leading car bore banners on either side. On one was incribed "Seventy-first Regiment, en route New York and New Orleans." The other bore the legend :-Seventy-first New York, Louisiana Tigers—1861-1881."

These banners proved a constant source of amusement to the people along the route, and at every stopping place were surrounded by a throng of gaping rustics. It took about two hours for the boys to settle down. Each company was assigned a car, the officers and guests occupying the others. Bandmaster Joyce, who was almost heartbroken at his inability to get any music out of his band in the march down Broadway, explained the matter by showing how the instruments were frozen. Drum Major Jenks on the contrary was in a high state of glee over the efficiency of the drum corps and the fact that the drums could not freeze up. The Drum Major's elation, however, was destined to be of short duration, for just before the train reached Philadelphia he was seized with sudden and

mysterious cramps. Major Bryant and Hospital Steward Ingard took him in hand, and by the time Wilmington was reached, Jenks was himself again, and smiled cheerfully at the Wilmington girls, who gathered around to admire his gorgeous uniform.

There was no delay of importance and the train in due. time reached Baltimore, but in the mean time the party had been entertained by the Commissary. When the train was about two hours out from New York, the companies were marched into one of the forward cars where a table had been arranged and a seat provided for each man. The menu comprised, besides coffee, excellent bread and butter, all sorts of pickles, cold turkey, chicken, ham, tongue, roast and corned beef, and it is needless to say that the boys did all they could in that direction, their good intentions being fortified by the long and cold march before embarking.

This programme was varied very slightly during the entire trip. Three meals a day were served on board the cars and coffee was picked up at certain stations. This was thought to be a better plan than depending on way stations. The stations however, were not entirely neglected, for many of the party were glad to snatch a warm meal now and again.

Baltimore was reached just as the shadows of evening were deepening. The train was boarded by a large delegation of gentlemen, who, making their way to the headquarter car, announced themselves as officers of the Fifth

Maryland. They were warmly received and while the
train was being ferried across the river, pleasant little
speeches were made, the first of the trip, by the visiting
officers and several of Ours. The Marylanders brought
with them a peculiar shaped box, which the Chaplain
persists to this day in calling a "grain elevator." It cer-
tainly did look like one, the outside at any rate.
It was
said to be good grain too and to show a very high state of
cultivation. As we crossed the river, the heavy booming
of distant cannon was heard. “What is that?” everyone
asked his neighbor. "It is the salute from Fort McHenry"
we were informed. The booming grew more distinct as
we neared the bank. It was almost quite dark and yet
the outlines of the old fort were dimly seen, while from
the ramparts there blazed the "loud mouthed advocates
of war." Quickly it passed from car to car that the famous
old fort was saluting us, where years ago it was asked:

"On that shore, dimly seen through the mists of the deep,
Where the foes haughty host in dread silence reposes
What is that which the breeze, o'er the towering steep,

As it fitfully blows, now conceals, now discloses?
Now it catches the gleam of the morning's first beam
In full glory reflected, now shines on the stream;
'Tis the star-spangled banner! Oh, long may it wave
O'er the land of the free and the home of the brave!"

The train halted and the band played the music of the grand old song, while the men cheered themselves hoarse in response to Captain J. G. Ramsay's and the Second U. S. Artillery's loud spoken compliments. The entire detachment regretted sincerely that night had fallen as a screen between it and the gallant battery.

CHAPTER II.

THE FIRST NIGHT OUT.

"Most glorious night

Thou wert not sent for slumber! let me be

A sharer in thy fierce and far delight,
A portion of the tempest and of thee!"

-Byron.

"Good Michael, look you to the guard to-night,
Let's teach ourselves that honorable stop

Not to outsport discretion."

-Shaks.

THE first night out! How its memories will imperishably cling to those who were on the train! Baltimore was a thing of the past and even Bandmaster Joyce who had been waiting up to catch a view of Washington, consented to retire when the Capital City was forty miles in

the rear. The train went through the city so quietly that only a favored few were permitted a sight of Pennsylvania Avenue, with its long vista of lights stretching far away into the gloom and the magnificent dome of the Capitol brilliantly shining with its myriad fires. One by one the weary soldiers sought their bunks-they thought-to sleep perchance to dream of future peaceful conquests. But alas! it was not to be. The combination of events on that night were too powerful to be resisted. Sleep was out of the question. To the wild spirits on board, nature lent aid and hardly were the sports of man completed ere the elements played havoc with the hours of darkness that remained. When the train left Jersey City, guards were regularly mounted, and the usual officers of the day and guard assumed charge of the welfare of the party. In the officers' car there was a choice quartette. Mr. C. K. Lord, General Passenger Agent of the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad, is a gentlemen whose face and physique denotes the happy traits of character he possesses in an eminent degree. Full of fun and good humor and withal a railroad official of ability, he made friends of all whom he met during his short stay with the train. Mr. Charles P. Craig, General Eastern Passenger Agent of the same line was almost a counterpart of Mr. Lord save as to physique. Mr. Frank Marsh, General Eastern Passenger Agent of the Jackson route, was as genial and attentive as a man could well be, and he and Mr. Craig, both of whom accompanied the party on the entire trip, became exceedingly popular