spent half an hour, shoving and pushing and having a great time. We finally let the poor “Old Guard” up, and proceeded thru a dense grove of young trees, to some open meadows where Washington and the Old Guard paused to breathe. I however, run on; the field was a large one, and I was far from the other side when I too paused to rest. Soon the other fellows were up with me and we went on. They went too slow for me and I run on ahead, over the soggy, sun-covered grass until I lost sight of them over a hill, over which I trotted into a valley where there was a sugar camp at full tilt; but I paid no heed to it, but avoiding the woods, where it was, I kept on and on over the fields to another grove where there was another sugar­camp. Thru this woods I wandered until I came to a familiar road.
     Here I stopped a moment. How strange everything seemed! On all sides were fields upon fields, scattered over with little woods and thickets - fields, which were pale yellow in the dull early-afternoon sun, which cast a light that seemed stranger than common.
     Not a sound could be heard but the singing of telephone wires overhead.
     Soon I continued my way, getting into more mud than pleased me, but there was nothing to do but fol­-