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Text for Page 221 [06-03-1861]

	A German Regiment.

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  Captain Max is, like most of his corps, a German,
the regiment being composed exclusively of them
or of volunteers of German descent, recruited with-
in or from the vicinity of New York city.  Their
leader has seen service as a Prussian officer in the
Schleswig-Holstein war of 1848, and the Baden
revolution fo the succeeding year, and most of his
officers have similar military experiences.  Among
the non-commissioned officers is a Sergeant-Major
Walter, who was one of Major Anderson�s garrison
in Fort Sumter.  The regiment is fully completed,
numbering ten companies, amounting in all to 780
men, of which a large proportion are Turners or 
	        THE MEN.
  Considering this qualification, and remembering
that their nationl appellation of German is, accord-
ing to Thomas Carlyle, derived from Guerre, or
war-men, we acknowledged its admirable fitness
on making the rounds of the encampment.  Stouter,
more active, heartier-looking young fel-
lows, or ones exhibiting a better average of intel-
ligent physique, we never looked on.  Recruited
principally from the ranks of city mechanics, their
appearance reflects a credit on their nationality.
  Their uniform consists of a close-fitting jacket,
and loose military trowsers of dark blue cloth, and
the popular French cap or kepi.  It had been origin-
ally intended to supply gray suits, similar to those
worn by the United States army, but such as were
furnished by a city firm proved of such varied
shades and execrable quality, that only the officers
retain a few as a fatigue or undress uniform.  For
weapons the men have at present, like most other
regiments, the bright-barrelled, smooth-bore United
States army muskets, and these they only obtained
on Tuesday night last.  As they enlisted specially
as a rifle regiment, and as most of them are well
practiced in the use of that weapon, they look for-
ward with much anxiety to obtaining it from the
Albany authorities.  It is stated that five thousand
of the desired rifles only need the sabre-bayonet to
render them fit for service.
	      LIFE IN CAMP.
  The men have as yet been sworn in but for three
months; they are, however, unanimously desirous
of enlisting for two years or for the war.
  They have been encamped since the twelfth of
last month, drilling for six hours a day, and, not-
withstanding the recent arrival of their muskets,
their performance is excellent.
  The entire premises of Franz Ruppert, his brau-
erei, house, out-houses and appurtenances are pret-

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ty densely populated by them.  A stroll through-
out the encampment at almost any hour of the day
reveals a spectacle at once picturesque and pecu-
  The large dancing hall over the bar-room, with
its tall, red-curtained windows, its chandeliers and
musicians� gallery, the big rooms, little rooms,
long rooms, short rooms, and rooms of all sorts
and sizes, above, below, and around, are thronged
with soldiers, resonant with the language of Schil-
ler and Goethe.  Over one portal, a �Gut heil!�
greets you; elsewhere a �Bahn frei!� exhorts
you to �clear the way.�  You find muskets, knap-
sacks, mattresses, blankets and all the paraphernal-
ia incidental to a military life everywhere.
  The meal hours are seven, twelve and six.  Let
the reader look in at dinner-time, he may enjoy a
capital opportunity of contemplating Col. Weber�s
regiment in their most genial and not their least
characteristic aspect.
  Fancy a couple of large square rooms, communi-
cating the one with the other by three circular-
headed doors, each of them lit by tall windows com-
manding a fragmentary view of villa, rock, bank,
timber-yard, sun-light and bright blue sky.  Sup-
pose a bar-counter running along one side of the
principal room, an arch in the centre, fir-trees, cigar-
boxes and a glass case with a great display of
bottles on either side.  Imagine prints and pic-
tures of Washington, of Tell, of German student
life, of pretty French-lithographed females (drawn
after the Mohammedan conviction that women do
not possess souls), wreaths, horns, bugles and mili-
tary accoutrements ornamenting the walls, the area
of both rooms full of tables, the tables set out for
dinner, at least half a thousand men paying their
respects thereto, to the accompaniment of a really
splendid military band in full blast, and you may
conceive how the Twentieth Regiment of New York
Volunteers�or a good portion of them�look dur-
ing their mid-day meal.  The band, by the by, is
paid for by the regiment, the officers contributing
upwards of $270 a month, the privates $130.  To
Germans good music is a necessity; Col. Webar�s
volunteers could never be content with only
the drum and fife allowed by the state government.
One company, too, is composed exclusively of vo-
calists, and they sing of Fatherland, of the Rhine,
of Wine and Beer and Maidens, with that unanim-
ity of enthusiasm and affection for that quintette of
agreeable institutions for which Germans are re-
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